I cannot deny my love for an attractive young svelte man dressed in 70s garb- It's a weakness, really. Of course, my only chance of witnessing such a sight is through archive photographs or a Sofia Coppola film. However, yesterday at work, I was working the fitting rooms when I saw a young couple. The girl hesitantly walked up to me with her clothes and I gave her a number and fitting room. She was dressed like a Joan Baez/Cher love child. I turned around to see the young man accompaning her. He was a tall, lanky, and pasty boy. His hair was mousy, curly and unruly. He was wearing tan leather pointed boots, a straight-leg pair of jeans that stopped below the waist. And the best part of his ensemble- a mustard, brown, and beige multi-patterened long-sleeved collared button up that just oozed the 70s from it's perfectly wrinkle-free cuffs. As I was marveling at his outfit, the guy(who was about 5'8) walked past me into the fitting room and leaned across an adjacent wall, hands in pockets, waiting for his, I'm assuming, "girlfriend". I tried not to make it obvious that I was worshipping his homage to David Cassidy. Tediously hanging clothes up and pretending I didn't notice him. Just then, a girl who was occupying the fitting room diagonal from the guy's spot on the wall walked out of her fitting room and stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him. She earnestly said, "You know, you shouldn't be standing there. Girls are changing and getting naked in here," and walked away. The guy awkwardly retorted, "Yeah I guess I shouldn't be." and sached down the row of the fitting rooms, hands still in his pocket. Now, in my mind, at that moment I was thinking 'This bitch! No you didn't just tell him that. etc, etc.' I couldn't help but feel bad for him, but to be completely fair, guys aren't allowed in the fitting rooms past a certain proximity. I couldn't gut up the might to tell him that before cause, frankly, I was too busy awing at him and I overall just hate telling anyone "no".
So the "inconspicous" staring kept on for the remainder of the time he was there. I caught him glancing at me every once in-a-while as well. He and the girl finally left and I was left with a 70s feva i could only sustain once I got home and put on my Jacksons' Destiny album.
