I’ve never worn pink, nor had I the desire, but my singly lover went to a store, with me in mind, and purchased this fiery attire. I was apprehensive to stick out my neck, like a giraffe so conscious of his. Yet, I went with it for her sake, and bought a tie to match, wrapping paper for the surprise gift.
I went to work today dressed in pink. I am surprised by what people actually think.
I do not look foolish, or flamboyant, or too casual. I have the flash and aesthetic of a young, confident man, nothing unusual.
No groans or bellows or chuckles forth, nothing strikes me with remorse; It’s just a day that takes its course.
On and on, I do wear something that would make me swear that color is just an effect, a matching ensemble almost all perfect.
In a way, a very quisitive way, this all does make me think, What is so wrong with wearing pink?