He’s so lost, and frankly, his clothes make him appear invisible. Like his female counterpart we met a few pages ago, he is trapped in the “I give up” nonfashion zone. Note his shlubby hooded sweatshirt, light-wash tapered jeans, shapeless shirt, and ubiquitous athletic cross-trainers. This guy represents the dashed hopes every woman has experienced on a blind date.
“You set me up with this dud?!”
I will now wave my Freakin’ Fabulous wand and transform this man into the sharp dresser that he—like all of you—deserves to be!