I don’t write about Rich all that much, even though we do have those cutesy exchanges that Miz Mary thinks aren’t good blog fodder. (Recent example: I was complaining about not being gainfully enough employed, per usual and Rich answered in his most sincere voice that I did a lot of very important volunteer work so really it’s like I’m only “semi-retarded.” Unfortunately for him, it was a slip, not an attempt at humor.) Anyway, as you know from bits here and there he works in the corporate world as the chief strategy officer for a worldwide firm that, ah, does business. He’s a research psychologist and trys to figure out how people want to spend their time. Something like that. Sports- have I mentioned sports? (Yes, I will be sitting ringside for the final match of the World Boxing Championship come Saturday. That will be some blog post.) He works with clients like MLB, NFL, NCAA and now, most all the time, he’s busy with the Olympics. Sometimes his work takes him to Paris or Switzerland or where ever and he dresses in very fine suits. He cleans up beautifully. Very hot.
Unfortunately, he only dresses for success when he absolutely needs to. He’s a comfort creature, which I can relate to because I am too, but he takes it to extremes. And he NEVER adds any variety. NEVER. He can ask me, early in the morning, “does this look okay?” (which he does, with curious frequency, considering) and I don’t even have to roll over and open my eyes to say, “Yup. Looks fine.” That’s the only acceptable answer. I could say, “looks like you came over in the bilge tank of a refugee ship” and he would still go off to work, comfortable and content, hi-ho, hi-ho. He’s one of those really really secure people who doesn’t care about appearances or what other people think.
What does he wear, when he’s not in a 1500.00 suit, you ask? Jeans. Not designer jeans. Docker jeans. In warm weather he wears sandals and a hawaiian shirt. Downtown. To work, at the corner of Wacker and Columbus. In cool weather it’s the Dockers plus a plaid shirt and a vest with a sport logo of some sort. He has dozens of variations on this wardrobe that are not variations at all.
Yesterday, at his work, everyone came in a costume because it was Halloween. Three people, besides Rich, actually came in costume- as Rich. The guy on the far left? He has Rich’s visible white tee-shirt thing down to a, well, tee. My sweetie is the hopelessly cute guy second from left and yes, those are his business work shoes. And that vest? You wouldn’t know it but it’s a very expensive pure alpaca vest that is reversible. He liked it because that way he had “two different looks.” Anyway, we all know that imitation is the greatest form of flattery.
(Yes. They play foosball at work…)