Lazy Time Reblog Sunday: D.J. Paris...the Person, Not the City in France
After working an entire day in a pair of pants that are one donut away from not fitting me anymore, I read this and laughed. I really needed that. This month's Lazy Time Reblog is dedicated to D.J. Paris and his blog, Thoughts From Paris. You can follow him here on Twitter or here on Facebook, and be sure to subsribe to his blog.
There has been an unfortunate trend over the past few years where
men, usually in their late-teens to early twenties, have started to
purchase and wear “skinny” jeans. I’m talking about the jeans that are
not just tight in the seat or waist, but in the legs, too.
think most of us can agree that this is not a masculine look. I’m not
saying it’s a terrible look. I don’t like it, personally. But guys
dress for women and men wouldn’t be wearing jeans like this if girls
didn’t respond. It’s strikingly effeminate in my opinion, and my
experience with women is that they respond more to masculinity. But
what the hell do I know? I’m old, married, and off the grid.
it comes to clothes, I lean to the conservative. I grew up in the
Midwest, and have been wearing pretty socially-normal clothing for most
of my life. I still do. I shop at places like Banana Republic for
shirts, Lucky Brand for jeans, and Aldo for shoes. Nothing too fancy,
nothing too crazy. Simple and clean. It’s boring, but it looks good
However, I do have one indulgence. Or, to be more accurate, I HAD one indulgence. Tight pants.
not the same pants I just referenced earlier funneling out of a Death
Cab for Cutie concert. I’m talking about tight in the crotch. Unfortunately, I am not joking.
How did this start? By total
accident, actually. I was living in a studio apartment in Chicago, and
single. It was 2002. I wanted to own just one fashionable,
expensive pair of jeans. The problem was I didn’t have any money. I
couldn’t afford to blow $150 on a pair of Diesel’s.
interesting thing is that Levi’s had just come out that year with a
premium line of jeans. They were nearly $200, however. Way out of my
price range. However, I found a guy selling a new pair on Ebay for
around $50. The reason was that these were labeled incorrectly in
size. They were really a 34×34 (my size at the time), but listed on
the jean tag as 33×34, so they couldn’t be sold at a retail outlet.
ordered them, and was thrilled to have a nice pair of jeans coming my
way. When they arrived, they were not 34×34 as stated in the product
description. They were, in fact, 32×34. Now, I could maybe squeeze
into a 33, but not a 32. What could I do? No refunds allowed.
I noticed they were boot-cut, which turned out to be an asset even
though I hadn’t ever worn a pair of boots in my life. I tried them on,
and while amazingly tight, they widened at the bottom near the feet.
In my rationale this evened out the look. Tight on top, super loose on
the bottom. I couldn’t use my diaphragm to breathe, but who cares?
These were cool.
By the way, can we stop for a moment and discuss
this word “diaphragm”? Why is it a muscle you use as part of
respiration, and also a means by which you can avoid parenthood? I
never understood that. Change one of the names, I say. Okay, back to
So, the jeans worked okay, in my opinion. They looked
fine in the mirror. Except for one thing – you could totally make out
I must have tried to position my privates in at least seven different locations, but it was no use. You could see everything.
Not like this guy - But close
However, maybe this wasn’t so bad. Not that I wanted people being
able to see my magic, but maybe nobody would even notice. I’ve never
known women to look at a guy’s crotch. I mean, I dated a lot, and no
girl ever said, “Check out the d on that fellow!” I’ve heard women
talk about a guy’s butt, but never about front-junk. So, I said,
“Screw it.” I put my loose fitting jeans (and dignity) in the closet
where they gathered dust.
I wore the tight jeans for a year or
two. To be honest, I really have no idea if I became a walking joke,
or if nobody ever noticed. I seemed to get dates, and not one woman
ever said anything about how the whole bar knew that I was a “lefty.”
forward a few years, and I had finally come to my senses. I realized
this was not a look I wanted to cultivate, even if nobody noticed. My
income had expanded, and I now had the ability to purchase clothes that
flattered my appearance. Also, that fit correctly. I put the tight
jeans in the closet indefinitely where they hugged a coat hanger,
instead of my balls.
After I turned 28, I started dating a woman
who lived in a different state. I made plans to go visit her, and took
a flight to spend the weekend. I had told her the tight jeans story,
and she had me promise to bring them down and show her what they looked
like. Essentially, she wanted to make fun of me. But, I’m a sport so
I packed them.
When I got to her condo, I threw my suitcase in
her closet, and dug around to change clothes. Before I changed, she
insisted that I model the tight jeans for her. I hadn’t put them on in
years, but, quite honestly, was kind of excited, because of how funny
this was going to look. I’ll sacrifice a little “cool” for a good
I grabbed the jeans from the bottom of the closet and
wrestled my way into them. It really was an effort, but I got them on.
I didn’t remember them being THIS tight, but whatever. I thought
for sure I would bust the seam, just trying to get the button fly
together. I was like, “Man, either I’ve gotten fatter, or these jeans
were way more unforgiving than I remember!”
I hadn’t gotten fatter. I had put on her jeans by mistake.
let’s go back a few steps. I have to explain something because this
probably sounds worse than it was. This woman was six feet tall. Also thin and fit. I’m 6′ 2″ and pretty thin myself.
But still, I had put on her jeans. And they had fit. Tightly and uncomfortably, but they fit.
She quietly and softly said, “Um – those are my jeans.” I had no idea.
laughed. I’m not a woman. It had never crossed my mind that she
might feel embarrassed that her boyfriend could fit into her pants. I
mean, I already knew this woman was beautiful and thin. So, what’s the
Well, I’ve told this story to a bunch of women over the
years, and they all have the same response. It’s a big deal. So,
let’s just say that it’s safe to assume her self-esteem didn’t grow
leaps and bounds after this event. I don’t know if she starting
cutting or anything, but it wasn’t a good start to the weekend. She
was a real trooper though, and laughed it off. Our relationship ended
soon after that. Not because of this, I don’t think.
A few days
ago I was telling my wife that I was going to write this story, and she
pulled a potentially dangerous trick on me. She made me try on her
jeans. Now, my wife is thin, but she’s also 5’8″. That’s not too far
from 6’2″. Plus, I happen to currently be at my thinnest in years. I
tried to weasel out of it, but she essentially forced me to put on her
See, this really isn’t a fair thing, as women are built
differently then men, often with wider hips. So, jeans for a woman
tend to accommodate for this. Plus, they use different size
measurements. For men it’s in inches. For women, it’s a size from
0-whatever. I don’t know the conversion. If my wife is a size 3 (no
idea what size she really is), how many inches is that? Heck if I
know. I tried doing the math, but couldn’t figure it out.
just went for it. I was absolutely relieved to find out that I came
nowhere near fitting into her jeans. I mean, I have to share a bed
with this woman. It’s in my best interest to not fit into her jeans. Thankfully, I didn’t. However, I did make her take this picture. Enjoy.