Jeans

Alright, I'm a fag, and I love to shop...however, I FUCKING ABHOR shopping for new jeans. And it's interesting, I find that jeans are a lot like dating. You know, you go in and you pick out a pair that you THINK will fit you. You try them on, look at them in the mirror...some of them you think look damn good, but then you get them home, and you see them in a different light, and you never wear those fuckers again. Some of them come damaged, with holes and striations, and you think, "I can work these"...and you do...for a while. And then, after a few washes, the holes become bigger and bigger, and you have no choice but to throw them into the burning barrel. And then, when you aren't even meaning to shop for jeans, you stumble upon those perfect pair, and you think "No, this is too good to be fucking true". So you sit on it for a few weeks, you go in, try them on again, and then you purchase them and take them home and they become your favorite pair, the ones you can't even bear to throw out, even when holes begin to form that weren't there in the first place, holes that you love, holes that have become a part of you. Some of these priceless pieces of you you'll keep forever, and some you throw out because you don't have room in your closet for them anymore, even though you love them so much...in any case, you'll never forget that specific pair, never, and you find yourself cruising Ebay for them, but you'll never find them again. I guess what I mean to say, is hold on to that special pair of jeans...you'll never find them again, and you'll always look at the other jeans wishing they were THAT pair.