Being a metrosexual

In which I am some groomed facial hair away from being a hipster.

Picture of me as a metrosexual

I’ve not changed out of my slob clothes all day, sitting here in a grey t shirt and sweatpants and combing my hair with my fingers. I’ve not taken too much consideration over my appearance because the only people who will see me today aren’t going to be too bothered.

So it is strange that until not that long ago I had people calling me a metrosexual. Apparently because I was a  hip, man about town who took pride in his appearance. Which is all kinds of ridiculous because I’ve never had the inclination to make enough effort to be image-proud.

Apparently this categorisation of my appearance was based on a number of factors, all of which can be easily explained as laziness.

Socks.

My socks match, not only do they match each other but they also have a tendency to match the shirt I am wearing. It’s not that I am going for a pair of safe black socks, but more the fact that they are vivid shades of yellow, pink and blue. I probably do have enough various shades to be able to wear the rainbow over a seven-day period.

Shirts.

Following on from the socks, I also apparently wear a number of flamboyant shirts. Not talking ruffles here (I mean really, ruffles in autumn?) but more patterns and colours. My wardrobe does have a slightly flowery feel.

Floral shirts hanging up

Haircut and grooming.

My last few haircuts have been done by a ‘stylist’ at a ‘salon’. Nor have they been the short back and sides, me and my stylist have a consultation beforehand about what look I am after. Then I get it washed before it’s styled. A bit of product and I’m away. I also have some moisturiser at home.

My ‘apartment’.

I had a bijou city centre apartment with balcony, with set colour schemes for the front room and bedroom. Tying them together were the curtains that were the same design but were coloured according to the room’s accent wall. My bookcases were also ‘unique designer bookcases’.

PHOTO-Bookcases

Music.

So I’m in to my Indie/alt music, and some of the bands I like have names such as FUN., The Steampunk Orchestra or The Bewitched Hands on the Top of our Heads. I can’t help it if the lead singers have large fringey hair, chest tattoos and wear skinny jeans.

I say all this sitting here drinking a cup of organic jasmine tea, in a glass cup.

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Author: geekergosum

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8 thoughts on “Being a metrosexual”

  1. I know you are kidding about questioning your metro-ness but the very fact that you know you have socks in more than black or white and that you remember where you got your hair cut last makes you metro….. funny post….

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  2. Some people just don’t know how to deal with someone who’s neatly put together, so they think they must label them. It’s sad really. Sad. Some people wish that I were as neatly put together, but I’m a slob through and through (and I’m comfortable with that).

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    1. I only wear brightly coloured ones so they are easier to match in the wash. I’ve also made sure that our kids socks are all the same style, as it matters less when they lose one.

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      1. When I wore socks they were all one color and all the same style. No worries about matching because they all matched. When I got down to three socks. I decided they were too much trouble and stopped wearing them. ^_^

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