Sweatpants are a sign of defeat. Lagerfeld.
Choose, look away or goggle, at times that is a hard decision to make, especially if it is a sudden choice in a rather embarrassing situation, especially if it involves a man’s large bulge. At the 2024 Paris Olympics the games come across as a public acceptance of OnlyFans. Male athletes are known for performances and packages. Sometimes you have to wonder why do people put on certain pieces of clothing before heading out the door. Were they in a rush? Was it a quick decision or a grab and go? That was the only clean piece available. I am not sure how the Karl Lagerfeld quote would apply to this moment in life.
People wear sweat pants for comfort, a quick errand, going to the gym or just laziness. It was clear sunny day in London. I decided to have a walk from the market to the other side. While crossing the Southwark Bridge, admiring the cityscape, looking down the Thames seeing London Bridge, a funny thing happened on the way to the north bank. On the horizon I saw two guys approaching from the opposite way. From the outlines, one looked slim to athletic, the other, more muscular perhaps, brawny. But, I was still enjoying the scenes of a bustling metropolis, just keep moving, thinking about a finding a café or hitting a Tesco supermarket for deli a chocolate chip cookie.
A Melon
The male duo got close enough to get a clearer view. One was muscular blonde, square head shaped, around 1.83 meters wearing a white t-shirt with grey sweatpants, a bag over his shoulder. The leaner dark haired one carried a large fitness handbag. Maybe they just left a gym.
Without warning, the hunky blond in the grey grabbed my attention in a “Jim Carrey Ace Ventura” way, a double take with swollen eyeballs locked below his waistline. In a flash, London disappeared before my eyes. The city’s vistas became meaningless. Juggling in loose baggy track pants could have been cantaloupe large enough for a two-plate lunch salad. The eggplant meme was not popular then. Mr. Melon noticed my animated reaction. Suddenly, he broke into a smile while we passed each other, an acknowledgement of appreciation for seeing his very obvious for a few seconds.
That fleeting time on a bridge has stayed with me all these years. I wonder if he had sweatpants in different colors. Bye the way, I forgot about the cookie.