I've been aware for some time that buying pants for myself is a rather involved process. This is a convenient excuse for my habit of having only one pair of active pants at a time and wearing them every day until the crotch wears out. It's true, though; I have a tiny waist and a big ghetto booty, and I'm tall to boot. And picky. But my comfy black pants have gone translucent in places, so I have to either find some new pants or start attracting more attention than I know how to handle.
On Tuesday I gritted my teeth, went to Mars (I told you it was an involved process), and started trying on pants. For some reason that place has a dazzling selection of jeans, polyester men's dress pants (I am convinced that they are for polyester men), and pinstriped bellbottoms, and not much else. I haven't owned jeans in at least four years, but I can't quite commit to putting anything with orange and purple stripes on my legs on a regular basis, so I grabbed a pile of jeans and started trying them on. Horrible, horrible, pretty nice actually, horrible. Thinking that was far easier than I deserved, I bought the pretty nice ones and brought them home.
What I have here now is a pants enigma. I modeled them for Jacob, and his comment was, "Those are very boy pants." He had a point; they're not your curvy hourglassy girly jeans. But no pants designed for a guy have ever fit me, so I figured they must be women's jeans with some kind of stylish psuedomasculine cut. Negative. I looked up the style number -- they're Levi's 517s, slim-fit, straight-leg men's pants, two sizes larger than my waist size. It's a breakthrough; for years I've been trying on correctly-sized women's pants that don't fit well, when all I had to do was look for men's pants in the wrong size. Why did I never think of that?
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