Relaxed. My Ass.

JEANS SHOPPING THE OLD WAY:

1. Go to Blue Chain Store
2. Stand in front of Wall O’ Jeans
3. Pretend to Read signs
4. Look for cheapest price
5. Fail to find appropriate size
6. Look for next cheapest price
7. Decide the word “Relaxed” is good
8. Think about relaxing
9. Realize you’re not
10. Grab a pair of relaxed fit in correct(ish) size
11. Try them on
12. If they don’t hurt, buy them
13. Get the hell out
14. Wear ugly jeans until they disintegrate
15. Repeat

And here’s what happens:

JEANS SHOPPING THE KATALYST WAY:

1. Shut up and put on the pants that Kathryn hands you

The result:

There was another pair of jeans. Even nicer than the ones pictured. So nice, in fact, that Kathryn could not hold the camera steady as she was incredibly moved by the glory of denim-clad Man-butt as well as her genius for discovering the right venue for showcasing. Needless to say, I have not taken those jeans off since Thursday.

The jeans are but (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!) the beginning of the journey, not the end (HAHAHAH… oh forget it). It was odd, having my behind the subject of intense inspection. I understand, it’s a well-formed and shapely ass for a man of 50 (although not perfect – there’s a suspected issue with the right piriformis), well-worked as it is, hauling the rest of me from place to place. And really, in the grand scheme, improving my jean pool was probably the least significant of Kathryn’s accomplishments.

I’ll be back. With more pictures.