And no... they didn't fit right in the thigh.
Tom Platz understands our struggle.
Defeated, I came home to shower, change clothes, and prepare for the night. I had an evening out with some buddies planned. Nothing too crazy. Just some beers and pizza at a local brewery/pizzeria. I put on my only pair of fitting jeans, a large tank top, and my favorite Brixton hat, then headed out the door to meet my "friends."
I show up early and wait outside for them. Friend-A shows up with his girlfriend. A thin girl with heavy eye make up, sporting a Slayer t-shirt (one of my favorite bands) and some skinny jeans.
Me- "Oh you like Slayer?"
Her- "What? Oh, this? No. I got it at Urban Outfitters because it looked edgy."
Isn't it like, so ironic and edgy?
Then Friend-B shows up with two of his buddies who I've never met. They're all dressed in the local usual- loose fitting v-necks and bahama shorts with Sperry TopSiders.
I'm sticking out like a sore thumb to say the least.
Our number is called and we go inside to have a seat. We all decide on a simple pepperoni and order our individual beers. Instantly the biting questions come my way.
"You sure you can eat this stuff?"
"Is your beer diet?"
"Won't this affect your gains?"
Jokers. All of them.
Casually I brushed off the comments as much as I could. Acting as if they were chalk dust powdered lightly upon my tank top. I know that many of them were all in good fun, especially those coming from the only two guys I knew. Then one of the strange fellows said something that struck me like a tiger uppercut.
"Isn't Brixton a surf company? I didn't know meatheads could surf."
That hurt. I'm not good yet... yet. But I am trying to learn. And I do call myself a surfer... because hey, I am trying to. Sure I'm not the greatest. But I believe I have the right to self-identify with whatever social group I decide. Who cares about whether or not I'm good at it- at least I'm freaking trying!!!
Eventually a swole man will be this gnarly.
After that comment I finished my beer and a slice of pizza. Looked at my phone. Made a quick excuse to leave early and paid my fair share- even left the tip.
On the lonely walk home it made me realize something. Not only am I unable to fit into the clothes I like. I also cannot fit in with the people I like.