This Called For The Green Tweed Jacket And My Charcoal Gray Quarduroy Slacks...

One of the things Coral cited when we broke up among her reasons was that while she had the whole walk in closet in our palatial Psudo-Victorian house was that I had an entire spare bedroom full of clothes, when a man shouldn't NEED anything more than a large bureau. FUCK her: I can't help it if I like to dress NICE. Maybe Tom can get away with the closet in his converted factory loft, but not me, I have to be able to accessorize. It's not like I was spending money we didn't have...

I'm a lead design engineer for GM, managed to blaze through an eight year degree in four years. "Gifted" Is the term, I can read things just by looking at a car, truck, or SUV that normally takes hundreds of hours in a wind tunnel and university mainframes to figure out. My salary was already six figures and I had only been with the company 2 years at that point.

I decided that since this was my first outing since my nasty breakup five days ago I needed to be conservative, I went with something that was almost a variant of Tom's signature 'Uniform', the green tweed jacket, Charcoal Gray Quarduroy slacks, and a nice white button down shirt with my U-of-M tie. I topped it all off with a Jayne hat, in U-Mich colors. This was designed to look like the young abandoned professor, deserted by his wife for a man with a better salary and more athletic, let them think I was a good investment or easy mark. That would be the lure, I wouldn't lie, but that would bring them over and after that it was time to see just how rusty my pick-up skills were...