What is that sound.....?

So, as many of you know, but few may not, I am officially a model. Today I went in for a Size Run for a local distributor. When a company that sells clothes creates a line, they have folks like me (accept mostly smaller) come in to try on there line to make sure things look, feel and function the way they intend them to. As for my experience today, it was my first of this kind. I tried on everything from boxer briefs (yummy) to full length undies to pants, shirts, shorts, jackets, the works!!!!

I have found I have a deep inner desire to try on clothes that aren't mine, and are a little too tight for me. I'm not sure if that makes me creepy, but in the least I rank among the greats like Nacho Libre or The Spleen, from Mystery Men. I like to wear stretchy pants......

Now, as far as the question posed as the title of this newest blog, What is that sound....? Well, there are no photos whatsoever to post from my modeling today. So to answer the question, the sound you hear is that of a thousand hearts breaking, of hopes be dashed against the jagged rocks of disappointment, the sound of weeping and wailing,of a river of tears flowing into Lake Washington...... I am sorry for the lack of photographic evidence, but I promise, I have saved most (if not all) of you from permanent mental scarring.

As for me, I believe I have found my calling in life. I have just begun this journey of tight fitting fabric and changing clothes in a small room full of other men I have just met. It's hard to explain what it's like to have strange women measuring your seat (butt, for those not familiar with modeling vernacular), your high and low hips, your inseam, and even your ankle!!!! Only one word comes to mind..... Glamorous!!!! I am doing what I was put on this earth to do..... and I'm good at it!!!