DEAR POLO JACKET (Part 1)

Dear Polo Jacket,

I wasn’t planning to fall in love with you. In fact, I was very busy minding my own business at the V&A Waterfront when I saw you hanging on a maniqueen at the Polo store. You made me believe in love at first sight but being the ninja that I am, I ignored the feeling, broke eye contact and walked away in a huff bumping into people as I tried to get as far away from you as I possibly could.

I got home and you were still on my mind. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, just tossing and turning wondering what if… what if you were the one for me and I just walked away from you… what if someone else sees you and takes you home with her… what if you felt the same for me but now think I dont care because I run away… what if…

Following day I went back to the store. I just had to see you again. Even if it was only for a minute. I asked the sales girl to take you off the mannequin and let me try you on… You fit like a glove. You were perfect. We were meant to be. I asked how much you cost, I almost shit my pants. To add salt to injury, you were ON SALE! Even at 50% off I still couldn’t afford you. It’s like the universe didn’t want to see us together. They knew I couldn’t afford you and were now rubbing the fact in my face. They took you off my shoulders and sent you back on the mannequin. There was no point in bargaining coz they would never get down to my level. I walked out of the store dejected. Stared at you on the display window. You looked so beautiful yet sad. You wanted me to take you home and I wanted nothing more but I just didn’t know how I could get you out of that Polo store and into my arms.

It saddened my heart to know that some rich spoiled kid waving around daddy’s credit card would walk in the store and buy you. She doesn’t know you like I do. She doesn’t even care. You don’t love her but will be forced to go home with her simply because she’s rich. She will mistreat you, bring home other jackets from Calvin Klein, Gucci, Burberry and any other jacket that happens to pass her way. You will cry and want to go back to the store but she will say that she paid a lot of money for you so you better stop crying coz she is about to go out for a work function and she needs you to look your best coz she is taking you with.

You arrive at the function all dolled up and cute. I also happen to be at the function, doing my part time gig as a waiter. We lock eyes. I didn’t expect you to be here tonight. I’m embarrassed. I didn’t want you to know I was a waiter. Your new girl walks over to me and asks why I’m staring at her boobs, little does she know that I’m actually staring at you… my polo jacket. I apologize and offer here a drink. She spills it all over you, what’s worse is she doesn’t even seem to care. She takes you off and hands you over to me to go clean you. I get to hold you in my arms again. I immediately think of running away with you. We leave. We get to the gate. I can’t do it. I just can’t. You beg me to run away with you, you say you will kill yourself if I take you back. You start ripping yourself off at the seams and threaten to continue unless we elope. I beg you to stop and promise to come back for you but not tonight. I clean you up, fix your seams and take you back to your owner who is already in the arms of Louis Vuitton. Jesus Christ! It’s barely been twenty minutes and she is already with another jacket? She claims she needed to keep warm while you were away. I give you back to her but swear to do everything in my very little power to get you back.

To be continued…

Epic Line: You can have anything you want in life if you dress for it

-Edith Head-

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