I was at a lovely little neighborhood restaurant grabbing a quick lunch when I noticed that one of the men entering was, in fact, in his pajamas. I can’t decide how I feel about this one.
On the one hand, noon can be very early for some people on a Sunday. It’s a neighborhood hangout. He was clearly a regular. So, part of me thought it was cool that he was so comfortable in his environment that his tank top and jammie bottoms made sense. Don’t we all wish we could go around comfy and relaxed?
On the other hand, he could just be pretentious. He seemed to have come from yoga because he, very loudly, announced that he had just come from a “fucking amazing” yoga class, and appeared to want everyone to see him—as in “look at my awesomeness, as I air kiss the waitress and wave to another yoga classmate”.
So, you need to vote on this—pjs at a restaurant at noon is a) cool and I should date him, or b) a bit much?
Also, an update: I still don’t know what a “Toe Job” is. But the upside is most of you who wrote in, also have no idea. It does not involve toe sucking. It does not involve him shoving his big toe where it does not belong. Other than that, I have not a clue. But yes, I am still obsessively looking at my toes trying to figure it out.