Guys don’t wear “outfits”
Occasionally, I get into a mood where I shift from jeans and T-shirts to slacks and button-ups. Jeans, to me, wear more comfortably than anything but my own skin. If I have a dressing fault, over-wearing jeans may be it.
One day last week, I stepped it up a bit, though not much: cream-colored linen slacks and a striped polo. On the way out the door, Mrs. Blocletters says, “I really like that outfit on you.”
Outfit? I had to reminder her (again): Guys just throw on some clothes; they don’t have “outfits.”
I offer as evidence the number of times I’ve gotten dressed for this or that event, only to hear, “You’re not actually going to wear that, are you?” Or, my personal favorite: “What made you think those match?”