The comment from Some Dude on my last post (let’s call him Adam) is the perfect segway into the next post I was planning to write. Adam wrote that he knows more about color compliments than I do, which to me, is kind of weird. I don’t like it when guys know more about fashion than I do.

I feel this way for a couple of reasons:
1) Guys are supposed to be guys—they should like sports, war movies, and fast food. They shouldn’t be worried about what brand of jeans they are wearing.
2) It takes away attention on me being considered the pretty one.

I think it’s kind of endearing when a guy dresses like a dork. It’s like the beautiful actress in the ugly duckling teen movies who grows out her eyebrows and wears glasses and we’re supposed to think she is ugly. But as soon as you pluck the brows, take off the glasses, and throw on some lipgloss, she magically transforms into the hottest girl in school. That’s what I want—but instead of a beautiful actress a cute guy that wears white athletic socks with a suit.

There are some girls that LOVE guys with style. Nothing gets them going like a guy in a great suit. But if the guy is already a good dresser, you never have the chance to help him and use such lines as “well, you sure clean up nice.”

But make sure you feel it out first before you give him a makeover. Some guys would want you to leave them alone. But if he’s secure enough, and has a sense of humor, he’ll be a good sport about it.

And they are only two things you really need to fix: jeans and footwear. Cute guys look good in just t-shirts and jeans. The t-shirts they can handle. You just step in and help them with the jeans. Make sure they aren’t tapered and don’t stop at their ankle. Regarding footwear, teach them to match their socks and shoes and that sandals should be worn only with bare feet.

Now it’s not to say that I’m writing off all guys who wear designer jeans. I’ve dated guys in the past who were into style. They actually liked to go shopping. With one in particular, I saw this black-and-white photo of him in his room. He was wearing a black turtleneck, and his gaze was staring off into the distance. It was suppose to be serious, but in fact I found it quite pathetic. I remember complimenting him more on his looks than he complimenting me.

**So when dating Jenny, be a good sport. She means no harm. She’ll even let you teach her how to fix a fan belt or fly fish—if you want.