I don't know when it happened, but I realized today that I am ill-equipped to shop for any type of clothing without my lady in attendance. Since the temperatures have dipped a bit, I thought it would be mighty black of me to purchase a fall jacket of some sort. I have a winter coat, and some blazers/sportscoats, but I still covet that perfect fall jacket. I briefly looked online at some things, but me being the professional shopper that I am, I thought a TRUE measure of whether a coat is Rashad-worthy or not, would only come from touching the jacket and trying on. So, about 2 hours ago I set foot outside my apartment hoping to come home with a fall jacket. Not so much.

I walked around about 3 or 4 different stores, and instantly I felt as if an anxiety attack was going to overtake me. There were so many people, so many options, and I just couldn't function. Every coat I tried on seemed to look funny on me in some way, when in reality I just needed my lady's opinion. I mean sure there are women working in men's departments to make you feel better, but I don't trust them. I think they prey on clueless people like me, so that just added to my paranoia. At one point I had 3 fall jackets in my hand that could have possibly made the cut, but ultimately I just put them down(in the wrong spot I might add). I did buy two sweaters, so it wasn't a total loss, but no jacket. Meanwhile I just talked to my lady, and her and her sister made a killing while shopping. Its no fair.

When I was single, I would recruit whoever I was dating at the time, and they would assist me in my clothes quest, which was great. Unfortunately, I didn't like these women enough to keep them around, and although I moved on, my wardrobe would suffer greatly until the next woman came along. I am not one of these men who is blessed with a keen sense of fashion. I am a good writer, that's my deal. Clothes? I dont know jack. If it were socially acceptable, I'd wear jeans and a T-shirt everywhere i went. Fortunately for me, I have a good woman who makes excellent decisions for me in the clothes department. Never again will I get too big for britches and do this without her.

Now, if you excuse me, I have a baseball game, some college football and a boxing match to watch. But before I go, please read my article here.

Every now and then someone turns me on to a new artist, and I tend to acquire any and everything by this artist to learn more about them. This month, that artist is Jeff Beck. How did this happen you might ask? One day a few weeks back,I was listening to Stevie Wonder's, "Looking for Another Pure Love", and I noticed at the 2 minute mark of that song, Stevie says, "Do it Jeff!" So I put on my detective hat, figured out it was Jeff Beck, and I've been swinging from his jock ever since. So, I suggest that FIRST you listen to Stevie's song, then listen to the song I'm linking below.

Cause We've Ended As Lovers - Jeff Beck