Do you care anymore?

That is, Sangre Naranjada, the condition of which I speak. For some time I thought that there might be some magic combination of pant, shoe, sock, shirt, gold chain, or whatever that might again catch the eye of the fetching young coeds. Like the dog chasing the car, I wouldn't know what to do should I catch one...that and the marital complication. Yet, somehow one wishes for a simple notice. Now they just call me "Sir", if they see me at all. More often than not it seems that I am invisible to the young fillies. There is no clothing or trendy fragrence that can correct this situation, so I try to numb my sorrow by simply refusing to care.
 
I still care and I wish I didn't. I need somebody to disable my giveashitter. Even when I stop caring, I won't wear crocs.
 
Not that Bob,
You nailed it. I was succint, you were eloquent, but both of us are of a single mind on this issue.

I think I stopped caring about the time I started growing more hair in my ears and less on my head. At that point I pretty well knew I was done for.
 
luke duke,
could you not find the picture of him in the hawaiian looking shirt with ball hugging light blue jeans?
 
Bob, Sangre
My old man used to say, the young girls used to smile at him, now they just laugh out loud.

Back on topic, I guess I care the minimum. To not disgust those at work, or my wife. Ex. my work shoes are 9 years old, and my laces are broken but tied together in several places. My jacket is 7 years old and fraying. My shirt is 2 sizes too loose because of my weight loss (which I'm doing why?). The glass of my glasses is covered with lint, usually. I clean them about once every two weeks. On weekends I wear old style tall white socks. I wear old guy NB cross trainers, the color of whitey tighties - long ago. Now they are earthen color. I have two pair of slacks for work. You get the picture.

But I fly first class.

I care very little. I wish I could care less. I will, in 2 years, 11 1/2 months.
 
the holy grail of not caring (business partner)...

crocs, full denim outfit, maroon conductors hat, fanny pack, old man that still blazes.
 
Agreed, Seattle. But that wasn't the gist of the post. The stuff I no longer care about is the minor **** that young single men who never know when they are going to have the chance to make a first impression worry about. Shaving, wearing "cool" clothes, making any kind of fashion statement, etc.

Keeping myself in decent physical shape, maintaining good personal hygiene, and avoiding obvious fashion fuckups like black socks and sandals - those are the types of things I still do. But these things are done more for myself and for her than because I care what the general public thinks. Thus the quote, "who the hell do I have to impress". It wasn't meant to imply I don't care what she thinks.

Hope that clarifies.
 
are all black socks bad? i own some black ankle socks that i wear with basketball or tennis shoes. I mean it cant be that bad, you cant see more than 1/8th of an inch of sock above the shoe. i shave <1 time per month and i only need clippers when i get a haircut.
 
Well I didn't care so much until the Mrs & I corrected a legal partnership between us that should've never happened in the first place. Now that I'm a reborn bachelor, I care again. Sucks sometimes because deep inside a) I partially really don't give a **** all in all and b) who can keep up with fashion with the youngsters these days??? I mean half the **** kids wear today is crap.

However, I'm a youthful looking & still very sporty 40 yr old so I still try to at least keep myself presentable. I mean where I am today, I can slip back 10 years and jump up 10 years con las chicas all with business & casual attire. Just don't surprise me late at night, you'll never know what I'll be wearing.
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