The other day I went to shop for some slacks. I told my size to the salesman and he brought couple for me to try on and take the measurements etc. To my sheer terrifying surprise, the first slack that I tried on was a bit tight. I came out of the fitting room and expressed my dismay over the situation. The salesman, apparently having gone through one or more (actually, given his stature, make that numerous) similar situations in his life, patted my shoulder with empathy and declared in the most sympthetic tone ‘I know how you feel man, it happens to all of us [men]…’.
After that we had about two minutes man-ly grieving silence over the loss (or rather gain in this case), after which I took a deep sigh and asked him for the most inevitable and disturbing… One size bigger-than-my-usual slacks.
BoSS and I had the similar sort of conversation in the chatroom the other day. I don’t know about women (well, actually I do but if I’d go into more details then that Ahmadi guy will start getting his ticks on my expense) but men are sorta lucky when it comes to bodily figure in terms of how it changes over the years with age. The only thing men have to worry about are their bellies, IMO.
See with hair loss, you can still cope with the situation. If you start getting bald and reach the point where you are a joke among womanly circles then you can always shave off your whole head, put on some trendy 500 bucks Kenneth Cole glasses and in an instance you become a teenager woman’s kinky sexual fantasy or a maturer woman’s burning desire.
But with men’s bellies, it’s kinda different. There is nothing that you can do. Once it’s bulged out, it’s there for good unless you work really, really hard (and knowing my fellow desi brothers, I highly doubt that). A man’s belly changes the whole thing. It effects your gait, it effects your overall body outlook, heck it even effects how you look standing next to a woman. I say big belly is the worst enemy known to a man.
Needless to say, I did get the bigger sized slacks and did start doing my customery sit-ups, an activity that’s most boring physically (well, taking a dump doesn’t count) I can ever convince myself to go through. Thanks to some of my favorite Stones and Zeppelin tracks, it’s usually not that painful.
Beer is out.