A day or two ago, while dressing up for work, I saw my reflection in the mirror and saw my knees saying hi back to me. Now, I’ve never been a fan of torn and tattered jeans and I’ve never bought one. So seeing my knees through my jeans meant it was time to buy a new pair.

However, I was never really what you consider fashionable. I’m actually very happy to melt in the background as far as my clothes are concerned, thank you very much. Because when I follow the latest trends, I’m sorta afraid to look like that guy on the right, only fatter.

So my goal was to search for a pair of jeans that’ll make me look like a normal human being and prevent me from looking gay. However, the person who I trust to choose clothes for me, my girlfriend, is in a magical place three hours away. As much as I want to drag her to Manila so that she’d buy me a nice pair of jeans, there’s not enough time. The draft coming from my jeans are already reaching my ginormous ‘nads and freezing them to death.

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