NOW I KNOW THAT HURT MY FEELINGS

Back in 1977 I had seen this really cool guy who went by the nickname “dirty realist” wearing high water blue jeans with white socks and black loafers and thought it was a really unique look.  He drove a SS 396 Chevelle and smoked.

I was born in 1959 so mods, rockers, greasers, rockabilly, and bobby soxers were all way before my time but must have been floating around in my subconscious for me to react to the look.  I decided to Xerox his ass for a pizza date with my longtime girlfriend Pep one night.  I did wonder in advance how she would react to it and it was not good.  

So we pull up to Genero’s pizza and she says “I’m not going in there with you unless you lose those socks.”  “Suit yourself” I said, “I will be inside.”

I went in, sat down, ordered, ate my pizza and damn if she didn’t sit in the car for an hour.  This is way before cell phones and shit.  She had nothing to read or anything.  

On the way home it was pretty quiet in the car, we didn’t have a big fight or anything about it. I guess it was a mutual silent treatment. Usually I would have come into the house but not that night.  This is what life was like before everyone talked about everything. 

A few years later Michael Jackson comes on MTV moon walking in high water blue jeans, white socks and black penny loafers.