in old verona, where our story begins

i feel leary of guys who wear white-washed t shirts, the hanes beefy tee that you buy pre-washed with a cast of white over a real color (usually hunter green, burgundy or navy blue). really thick, rigid cotton with a boxy shape. i suppose it is supposed to imply this down to earth, rugged, non-vain appearance. but the truth is, people who are attracted to those sorts of t shirts are none of those things. and let's face it, the only places that these sorts of shirts are sold are the ritz carlton at half moon bay or a ski resort in vail. of course, they don't buy these tees with this consciousness, but that's why it's so telling. the most intriguing thing about these t shirts is that no matter how thin a guy is, you seem to always be able to see the outline of his belly button.

example (notice it's extra faded around the collar and sleeves):


it's the same with guys who are attracted to jeans with pre-made holes. but usually, these guys are on the other end of the spectrum - guys who are so vain and so self-absorbed that they have to have the holey jeans in hopes to soften the truth of just how much time they really took getting dressed. it's sort of like the george michael effect - perfectly coiffed hair, supima cotton wife beater, italian sports jacket, designer sunglasses, lots of bling, neck scarf, holey jeans. "i am pretty, but i'm tough, just look at how many holes i have in my designer jeans. just try and steal my fendi wallet and see what i do to you."

he definitely owns at least 3 pairs of holey jeans:


it's a bit pretentious, really, thinking they can fool girls.

i'm not into it.