I’m Sexy and I Know It
Ok so I stopped at the package store on my way home from work and to my surprise I was given a sweet treat. There was a guy walking out of the liquor store about my height (5’6″), muscular-ish, tanned, and VERY well groomed. When I say “well groomed” I mean it…he looked like he has gotten his eye brows waxed more times in his life than I have, and I’ve only done it once. At any rate, 1 time is too many for a man…women love men for their manliness, not for their pretty-ness. Anyways, lets get back to the issue at hand: Along with his fitted jeans and carefully placed backwards hat, he was wearing a bright chlorine-blue t-shirt that read “I’M SEXY AND I KNOW IT”. Given the description I just gave you, I think we both know that this boy truly believed the words screen printed onto his shirt.
It wasn’t the shirt that really turned me off either. In some instances stuff like that could be funny…it was the whole outfit together and the way he looked at me when I walked by him. His eyes said “What’s up babe, look how hot I am”. If I could summarize “douchebag” into a description, this would be it.