At approximately 2:15 PM (EST), while helping a friend move, a mattress was awkwardly shoved against my jean pocket, snapping the fragile glasses frame into 2 parts, left eye sun-protection and right eye protection with nosepiece. This was a devastating way to start my week.
Let me give you some background on these sunglasses. For starters, they were purchased originally from Fossil(the make has since been discontinued) by a close friend. I hate to call him out on this,
especially after you read about the role that he plays in this love story, but I have to be honest about the facts: He's kind of a sunglass man whore, just using pairs till he finds a new one that treats him good. Occasionally he'll settle down with a pair, but in reality he is to sunglasses what I'd imagine John Mayer is to Hollywood's female population. One sunny day, the friend lent me this pair of shades, as he had moved on to another set and had these ones lying around. I put them on and it was love at first wear. Fashion-wise, sunglasses are the type of thing that really need to fit someone's face well or they don't work at all. Function-wise, sunglasses need to be the right tint and structure to feel comfortable while providing glare protection. It's really difficult to find the perfect pair sometimes, and I had been turned off to the whole shades scene by past relationships. Until these came along...
They fit perfectly, and the brown tint complimented both some of my favorite attire and enhanced the colors I saw the outside world in when they were on. My friend instantly saw the connection, and after a few months, officially handed them off to me. Months passed, and our connection only grew. We fielded compliments on our pairing on a regular basis, while getting through some difficult drives and enjoying some easy-going tailgates and beachtrips together.
Yesterday and Today, we had a surprise winter excursion together, as the weather became near-balmy for a short span. And that's when the disaster happened. I felt it coming as I put them in my pants pocket, that feeling of impending doom. I foolishly thought that the pants pocket had the best chance to keep them safe, enshrined in a denim dwelling rather than exposed to the outside perils of the moving day. And putting them down would risk them getting lost in the shuffle, a risk I couldn't in good conscience take.
Why didn't I keep them on you ask? Because wearing sunglasses indoors or on a rainy day is the equivalent to a couple making out on a subway, or salivating all over each other as they share one side of a restaurant's booth while the other remains unoccupied. No, me and those sunglasses were too classy for a move like that. What a frustrating end....
What's left to say but goodbye?
Farewell sweet shady spectacles, you will be missed, but hopefully there's another pair out there just like you. I will soon find out.
Let the search of a broken man for a new relationship begin...
No comments:
Post a Comment