top: vintage | leather trousers: H&M | shoes: Sam Edelman | rings: H&M
And with this outfit I secure my place as the Ultimate Man Repeller in all clubland. Casting your eyes across a sea of body con and sequins, my tie-dye and leather ensemble sticks out like that rejected rainbow crayon at the bottom of the box. People have long since given up on me ever attending a night out even remotely adhering to social convention of normal dress. I do, on occasion, like to shock by rocking up in the classic motel playsuit but the rarity in that act makes it just another costume. That all being said, this outfit caused such hilarity last night with strangers coming up to question me. Some of average proportions, such as "Damn, your ass is leather", to the unintelligible, as in "huh?".
I really should not be allowed to complain about my single status when I go out dressed like I do. It attracts a very certain type of boy. Let's call him 'Classic Hipster 2.0' or 'Jim' for short. Jim comes with a range of interchangeable tank tops of varying designs - our most popular model comes included with a large triangle emblazoned top and neon baseball cap. Unfortunately, Jim only comes with two options for bottoms, that being cut off shorts and skin tight denim but rest assured, he does intend to wash them at least once a month. Jim has a tendency to think too much of himself and will attempt to compete with you on every level - ATTN potential buyer: do not engage in a conversation about music with him. He will know more obscure bands than you and even when you completely make up an imaginary band he will claim to know it. Now that you skimmed our Terms and Conditions, what do you say? Do you want to exchange numbers with Jim?
So, I totally exchanged numbers with Jim. I don't know why.
After unsuccessfully attempting to have this song played in myriad of clubs this summer it finally came on last night to our greatest delight. Most people seemed confused and took it as a klaxon for going to refuel themselves at the bar. Apart from us; the chosen few. Like internet geeks finally finding salvation, we glided to the dance floor. And then we rocked it. Oh, how we rocked it. Rocked it gangnam style.
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