CléaIt was difficult not to notice him at the Armani boutique. Incredibly tall, about twenty five years of age, well built with defined shoulders and developed pecs. Male model material with thick blond hair tied at the nape of the neck and piercing blue eyes that darted from behind the designer racks. At me.
Beside him, she hovered around keeping him in her line of sight, selecting garments for him to try on. Not too tall with a fair and flawless complexion and blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, she too was equally attractive. But not so much her diamante strap designer bra that occasionally peeked from behind her long strappy summer dress, teamed with her Gucci handbag, Chanel earnings and Dior sandals; a mish mash of designer collections that screamed I-have-money-but-no-taste.
I looked at him, then at her, then at him again. Was he her son, her lover, her designer-clad accessory toy boy? Judging by the look-at-me glances he was trying to impress upon me, and the who-the-f*ck-are-you glances she was darting in my direction, or were they look-what-I-bought-lately glares – who knows how to interpret them from behind a Botoxed face – I’d say he was her latest purchase.
He tried on a T-shirt, a pair of casual pants and a jacket and ensured he stepped out of the change room in full view of everyone. Look-at-me boy wanted validation. I turned the other way but not before I caught him flexing his pecs to the mirror. He already knew how good he looked in Armani clothes.
When they finally spoke to one another, there was no hint of warmth or affection between them. I listened and was finally able to detect their accents. He was a local lad and his diamanted accomplice was Russian; the new money clan that have recently graced our shores. When he paid for his purchases, he handed over multiple green notes from his Versace wallet. No credit cards were in sight.
I couldn’t help but wonder how Sex and the City influences real lives.
Tags: cbmused, designer brands, money buys, Sex and the City
Anybody who openly flexes their pecs at a public mirror has a 97% chance of being a tool. You want to flex at home? Go ahead. You want to flex a little at the beach? Your half naked so go for it. But flexing in the Armani mirror? Tsk tsk tsk.
The thing is, I never did get around to Sex and the City. I mean I get the whole toy boy thing being one before. But things like that eventually fade away as the women find themselves someone new to play around with. It becomes nothing more than the superficial tit-for-tat arrangement in a rich playground.
Damn…come to think of it, I wouldn’t mind that kind of arrangement every once in a while to get the stuff I can’t afford.
GSR: He was definitely showing off, and the way he sought eye contact with me was the way someone wants validation. I was not impressed.
Kami: You make it sound like you enjoy being bought!
La Comédie humaine…
He flexed his pecs?!? Ugh, what a tool. I hate guys like that.
*Sigh*
I knew I was missing out on a certain “je ne sais quoi” by shopping on overstock.com.
Sidney: Voila! You couldn’t even make it up if you tried…
EM: He had the looks. He didn’t need the attitude. To me, he lost any attractiveness by the way he was acting. As for her, she was all flash and no taste.
Zen: Next time take a certain lady along when you click that mouse and add to cart… and let us know the result!
And if no one will check him out, he’ll check himself out.
He’s got about 2 steps to go from a changing room to a pink closet, I’d say. If that… not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course.
But the flexing…
Great post! Every-day life will alway reveal a new wonder to your eyes, won’t it? And as I remember it, this boutique seems to be the back ground for a few of your posts–like the groping couple, to name the one that come to mind immediately.
I think it’s more like 99% chance of being a tool. Yeah, Zen is right… you don’t get to see the mirror flexing with online shopping. Hmmm, that could be a huge selling point. Then again, it’s great blog fodder.
LOL, oh how I heart living vicariously thru you, C, lol
I was totally standing in that Armani boutique with you just now, just from reading your words.
thanks for the visual(s).
Russian, eh? … hmm, too bad I don’t speak the language. LOL (kiddddddddddding!!!)
Eric1313: Guys who are that self0absorbed about their looks would do anything for attention. He could genuinely be a male model, but the flexing was over the top, considering he knew I could see it.
Yes! Goes to show all the things we’d miss if we weren’t blogging or writing. As for the arse grab post you mention, that’s a popular one with the google hits. Little they know they’ve been immortalised for their idiocy!
Egan: I’m not into online shopping for clothing. I love to touch and feel, and try it on before I buy. But this tool, as you call him, made excellent blog fodder. As did his accomplice.
LB: Thank you for the compliment
This blog post practically wrote itself as I was in the Armani boutique.
She was Russian. He was a local boy. Who lost his hotness by his attitude, and the flexing…
I read the post, C… and I know *she* was the Russian. ;P
Try hards. Why doesn’t someone slap them sensible?
LB: D’oh! I get it now… that makes your even comment more spicy!
Gboy: Him or her?
Him or her?
LOL a pidgeon pair of try-hards I reckon!
Gboy: I tell you what, since it’s your idea and I’m in a slappin’ mood today she’s all yours and I’ll take him on.