Picture the most orange thing you've ever seen. Maybe a monarch butterfly, a pumpkin, a carrot. Perhaps...an orange. Perhaps something you own that is the color of an orange.
Now make that orange thing a Hawaiian-style shirt, and add little pictures of beer bottles, about as tall as your index finger, every five or six inches all over the shirt. That is what #7 wore on our second date. I imagine this dude standing in front of his closet before he came to meet me. Does he just grab the first thing he sees? Does he settle on that shirt purposefully, thinking yes, definitely this one. Is he going hunting later? I know this might make me sound kind of shallow. In the grand scheme of things, what does one very orange, beer-bottle-emblazoned button-down even say about a person? I mean, he seems to be a perfectly fine human. I'm absolutely not saying I don't want to date him because of his shirt; were I significantly attracted to him, I could get past the shirt. He didn't make me laugh. We don't have much in common. And then again, maybe the sort of man who puts that shirt on before a second date isn't the man for me. Someone out there thinks that shirt is hilarious and awesome. That is the woman for him. If I see her, I'm sending her his way. He won't be hard to spot.
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