Wanted: Men’s Suit

“Hey, man. I have a problem. I have been invited in this formal gathering and the invitation said formal wear. I do not know what to do man,” my rocker friend said to me one day. I can’t say that I am surprise to hear that. My friend was born with tattered jeans and some form fitting black shirt permanently attached to his body.

He thrives in his bad boy rocker image since he first listened to his Led Zeppelin album. I laugh at his perplexed expression. “Dude, you look like you have been asked to solve Fermat’s Last Theorem man. What are you saying that you do not know what to do?” He replied: “Dude, speak English please. What is Fermat’s Last Thingy? What I meant was I do not know what to wear.” “Why that is a simple problem. You wear men’s suit.” “Dude, I know that I am going to wear men’s suit, but I do not know what kind to wear.

You know, what the appropriate men’s suit to wear is. I mean, these men’s suit look all the same to me.” “I asked: “How did you get invited anyway?” “He shuffled his feet. I have never seen my friend embarrassed before. It was disconcerting. “Well, I was playing this gig at that new high-end bar you know and I saw this really fine lady just enjoying her drink. It felt like everybody in the room disappeared, man, and I only see her face across that darkly lit room.” “Whoa, you are in love man? Ha ha.

That is good man! I am so happy for you,” I interrupted. “Yeah, thanks man. I never finished my set. I immediately struck up a conversation with her. She was smart and funny man. I was trying so hard to impress her and she immediately told me to be just myself. Anyway, we talked till closing time and the next day we met again. We have been dating for a more than a week now man and let me tell you, those one week is heaven!” A glazed look came into his eyes as he remembered his heavenly one week. “Dude, earth to man. Remember your men’s suit?” “Oh yeah. Well, yesterday she invited me to be her escort for her friend’s debut party. I can’t turn her down man so I thought of you.

You are the expert in this stuff.” I laughed. Just because I work in an office and I wore formal attire he considers me an expert. But since it is only a few occasion that my friend ask for a favor, I obliged. We went to the mall and showed him the items sold there, but he did not seem to like them. So I showed him this site eshopone.com where one could see a variety of clothes there with different styles. It was a hard job trying to settle into a specific style that he like, but eventually we did. All I can say that his appearance was a success. I guess I will add fashion consultant to my resume from now on.