When I first met Damm his sense of style was non-existent. Since we had no money to spend on the type of clothes I wanted to buy him (non-Walmart clothing) I put the clothing transformation off into the future.
Recently I've been buying him nicer shirts. He's steadfastly refused to let me pick out the style of his jeans, although he does let me pick the color (I usually pick the color that the nice male models that they have plastered in front of, oh shoot, forgot the store name ...... but it has HUGE GIGANTIC portraits of half-dressed young males ....).
This past Sunday he ripped his jeans and had to buy new ones. To my surprise he let me pick out his jeans for him. Relaxed Fit Bootcut jeans (he usually buys the roomiest, baggiest jeans available). And this morning he paired it with one of his nicer black shirts.
Darlin, I thought you and the rest of the world (including your mother) should know.
You are HAWT.
P.S. You almost were delayed for work. I have admirable self-control, however.