My arms are way too long.
I’m a tall drink of water at 6’5″, and my arms are slightly disproportionately longer than they should be. This results in me looking like an unnervingly large, hairless, pale ape.
I’m actually not very self-conscious about it; I’m confident enough in myself that I don’t sweat the fact that my arms look like they were brutally stretched in a horrific farming accident. No, what bothers me is that nobody seems to make shirts with sleeves long enough for me. Long-sleeved shirts always seem to end about two inches before my wrists, which isn’t really my favorite look in the world.
So, on days like today when I’m wearing a long sleeved shirt, I have to roll the sleeves up. This isn’t the worst thing in the world, but I fear that it’s going to lead to me dressing like the Duke boys.
Next up, some really tight jeans.
Dude, the overly-tight jeans are going to make you sing soprano.
I already thought you wore tight jeans.
There could be worse things than looking like the Duke boys.
Yeah, you could look like Daisy.