The Best Dressed

Marge is sure to get laid in THIS outfit.
Originally uploaded by EdnPHX.

I’m in San Francisco this week for work. I really enjoy SF. One thing that always impresses me is the fact that people here are really well-dressed. All the men and all the women dress fashionably and impeccably. It doesn’t matter if they are going to work or the gym, people here really know how to dress and do it well. Another thing that amazes me is that they are always prepared when the weather changes. If the temperature drops by 2 degrees, “poof” they have a hooded pull-over or Prada windbreaker. If rain starts to fall, “poof” they have a Dior umbrella or a Columbia Rain Parka. It’s simply amazing. Be it a backpack, “manbag”, side saddle, or those adorable Kate Spade purses, people in SF seem to pull a plethora of couture fashion magically out of their bag. Only New York gives this city a run for the money when it comes to good looking, fit and well dressed people. It’s like walking in a Banana Republic or Nordstrom’s catalog. God, I love this city.

I’m also here in the Bay Area to interview for a potential promotion at work. I had a long discussion with the Boss from Hell and she finally came to the realization that I was the only one left standing after all of 8 resignations. (Yes, I used it to my advantage and now am interviewing for a promotion…hey, a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do. Okaaay?) Now, it’s just a “wait and see” situation here at work. The interviews went well, and I hope to find out soon.

This morning though I had an absolutely crazy experience getting my cup of Starbucks. As I was waiting in line for my Non-Fat latte I noticed behind me there was a really beautiful guy waiting for his morning cup of Joe. This guy was stunning. 6’2, brown hair, ice blue eyes, exceptionally muscular build, form fitting white polo top with khakis, chiseled features…the guy was straight off the cover of Men’s Fitness. He was getting looks from EVERYBODY: women, men, even the floral arrangements were tilting his way. I could sense all eyes on him.

As we were standing there, another equally hot guy was walking towards and entered the Starbucks to get his morning cup of ambition. He had to be 6 foot, brown hair, green eyes, perfect muscular build, dressed in a business suit (probably Hugo Boss), perfect smile, tan, and could be a runway model on his worst hair day. There was so much “good looking” in the room that people were getting nervous and fidgety…as if the caffeine from the coffee didn’t do that already. Then it hit: When I realized I was in SF and when my masculine fantasy ended. The two saw each other, and….

Guy One: (eyes wide and surprised with a high pitched gasp) “Guuurl..what are YOU doing here!”

Guy Two: “Oh hey princess! (exchange pecks on each cheek) Augh, it’s been a rough day…I broke up with Stephen and I need to find a job!”

Guy One: “You finally ditched your sugar daddy. No more Paris Hilton for you. Aww…come here peaches!” (hugs)
Guy Two: “I know…but I totally went on a shopping spree with his AmEx Platinum card and got me some fierce clothes and this fabulous suit….don’t I look fierce!??”

Guy One: “You look incredible. You GO GURL!”

I barely dodged the pearls, sparkles, and shimmers that were flying through the air. The people around me were just as amazed as well. The two Asian girls in front of me whispered into each other’s ears and giggled. The Starbuck barista rolled his eyes and the floral arrangements started to wilt. (As did many other things). Never fails, they always look hot until a purse falls out of their mouth. Sigh. (Thank God I have Tim.)

I fly back tonight, where I look forward to a quiet night at home with Tim. Who knows, maybe I’ll get upgraded to First Class. If not, I’ve always got next week. We’re both going to SF again for Memorial Day weekend. Tim is really looking forward to it. But I’ll have to remind him to pack accordingly. (Not that it will be difficult for Tim…he always looks good.)