I love autumn.

Each summer, there is no relief from the relentless heat.  While I enjoy wearing cargo shorts April through October, I'm happiest when I can get back into a pair of my jeans.  Being so hot natured, I wear shorts well down into the 50's.  It was only this week that I could begin getting back into jeans.  Put me in a pair of jeans, indoor soccer shoes and one of my fave OSU basketball warmup tops or a OSU, Bills or Sabres pullover wind jacket and I'm totally now in my element.  I am so comfortable dressed like this.  Annnnnd, I feel so cool.  Yep, that's when I feel cool.  But think about it, when do you feel cool?  I feel cool only when someone else thinks I look cool.  No matter how cool you feel you look, if no one sees you and appreciates it, then you don't look cool.  Annnnnd, you have to have someone you want to think you are cool.  Not just anyone, cuz I don't care about just anyone.  Just her.  I wish so much she could've seen me tonight when I went into town in jeans, my black Adidas soccer shoes and a heavy, long-sleeved OSU basketball warmup pullover.  I felt so cool, so bad, so comfortable, loose and free.  I think she would've thought so too.  It would be so unbelievable to wear just what I had on, and what I enjoy, and hear, "God, you look so hot!" from her.  That's what I want.  Not someone who only compliments me when I'm in a suit or tux, but someone who appreciates me most when I'm in jeans and soccer shoes and a long-sleeved pullover.  For so many women down here, dressing like that just doesn't cut it in a guy.  She's not like that.  That's one huge reason why she's so different.