Recently, at work, my coworker showed me a pair of jeans and said, "Wow! Look at these Dad jeans! They're almost an acid wash denim. Something you would see back in the '90's. I would never, ever allow my husband to wear these jeans!"
I took one look at those jeans and realized, my husband has jeans just like that pair. In fact, he has quite a few pairs in his closet. He lives in "Dad jeans." His entire wardrobe is based around his Dad jeans. Of course, I couldn't make a comment. What would I say?
"Oh, my husband wears Dad jeans."
"My husband only owns Dad jeans."
"My husband has a closet full of Dad jeans."
"Hi. I'm Fontaine and my husband wears Dad jeans. He has been wearing them ever since he became a Dad. So, um..yea...almost 23 years now."
Yea. It's my first week working there. I really don't need to have RT's Dad jeans embarrass me at my new job.
"Hey! That's the new employee whose husband wears Dad jeans."
I think I will just keep all that Dad jean stuff to myself for
I thought I would ask RT about his
"I'm a Dad. So, I can wear Dad jeans and get away with it."
So, there you have it.
I will be hosting a support group for families with loved ones wearing Dad jeans. Our first meeting will be next Tuesday. Let me know if you're interested.
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