A Million Dollar Feeling

So, I was going to give you some sort of bull crap speech about how time/experience changes you, and then tie it into how I decided to change my wardrobe into more of a European style. However, I decided I couldn't figure out a good way to do it, and I didn't want to ramble about meaningless things forever. Let's be honest here, Europe knows how to dress and America lacks in that department. This statement is based on my highly biased views and my experiences in Europe. Having lived there for two years (of which about 99% was spent wearing a suit), I quickly noticed that American made suits are pretty nasty. Myself, having a slender build and not being a very large man, found it quite embarrassing to wear something that looked a lot bigger than myself. I envied all those wearing suits that flaunted the beauty that comes with the human form. The sleek and slender styles of Europe were quickly filling my vision, and America had lost all chances at winning my love back. Granted, wearing a suit is not my ideal get up. I would much rather wear some shorts, flip flops, and a t-shirt, but when I wear more than that, I wanna look nice. So, upon my return to the states I found myself wearing the same clothing I had been wearing before I ever left. This didn't satisfy my taste. I wanted something much more appealing and flattering. Slowly over time I began to alter the style of my shirts. I bought t-shirts that looked better, and I even eventually began to wear collared shirts (except polo's, I hate polo's). I was starting to look classier and classier as time went on. Recently I had decided I should alter the base of my wardrobe, or the pants. I mean, boot cut jeans are fun and all, I've been wearing them for a long time, but they haven't been fully satisfactory. Thus, when I decided with my friends that I should change my wardrobe to be more European (I may or may not have been looking very Euro at the time), we set out on a quest to do just that. Today was the day that I bought some pants to make my dreams come true. I must say, these pants feel a lot tighter than what I'm used to, however I enjoy them. I feel like a million bucks. Now, while I was a missionary I expressed my thoughts on appearances to another elder (the title missionaries have in my church), and he told me "You can look like a million bucks, or you can feel like a million bucks." I agree that no matter what you look like it won't matter unless you feel like a million bucks. However, I feel that wearing something that you aren't particularly fond of is going to hinder that million dollar feeling. Right now, I'm feeling pretty awesome and confident. I think I could take on the world, and all that's changed is what I'm wearing. Here I come... Ladies.