This Man is convinced that in order for a man to work in the Mens' sportwear department at Neiman-Marcus*, he has to master the art of flirting with all of the male clientele thereby increasing sales and leaving the victim flaccid in the wallet but walking with more of a strut when he leaves the store with a bunch of items that he didn't need. I bring this up because today, while browsing the latest menswear (particularly the 7 Jeans, if you must know), I partook in this conversation with the predator--um, salesguy.
Salesguy/Predator: "I see you're already sporting the new Seven A pockets."
This Man: "Oh yeah, had to have them, you know how it is."
I was thinking, "Thanks for checking out my ass!"
Salesguy/Predator: "Did you buy them here?"
This Man: "No, I got them across the way at Nordstrom."
Salesguy/Predator: (gasps), "You cheated on me! Oh no!"
But this salesguy/predator smelled a comission because he responded with...
Salesguy: "But check these out. With your nice build, I know they would look great on you."
And to think This Man almost fell for it--until reality kicked in and I saw that Marcus Schenkenberg lookalike for who he really was.
A wolf in a Prada suit.
Just as I was about to strike up a deal with him (meaning, I'd buy the jeans in exchange for his phone number) , my eyes gazed across the floor and I saw another salesguy using similar skills on an unsuspecting 60 year old.
Other than that little incident, of which I had to share in order to get it out of my head, today turned out to be great. I ended up spending the evening downtown, in the chair of my barber for my bi-weekly haircut. Even though it was the early part of the week, it still somehow ended up being damn near 4 hours before I left downtown and returned home; groomed, albeit exhausted.
I have duty tomorrow for the last time before my two week leave so rather than make this entry verbose, This Man is going to wrap it up and call it a night.


*(the same can be said for those pretty-boys at Abercrombie & Fitch, however Nordstrom marches to a different drum and employs old, senior-citizens--atleast when This Man comes around.)
Mahalo