Dressing Sense

Some people have an impeccable dressing sense. I wonder if it is their personality, their choice of clothes or they are just plain lucky, but whatever they wear they look good in them.
One of my friends is a lawyer by profession and a super model by looks. Every time I see him he appears dressed perfectly. This is true even when he about to retire to bed, he dresses in a manner as if he is giving demonstration for sleeping tutorial classes. “There”, the instructor might say “is the manner, in which one should dress for sleep, look at this person, he has managed to match the colour of his bed sheet and with the pyjama”. I wonder if he manages to impress the judges with his attires, unlikely, but I wouldn’t be shocked to learn if it were true.
Same is the case of a girl who I have seen only in photographs but never met personally. I have known her only because another of my friend has so many photographs of her that now he gives the count in kilograms, the latest score being 3 kilograms of her photographs. Imagine the survival rate of people who are forced to watch each and every of those photographs. Fortunately, the girl is a beauty and she is another one of those lucky people who manage to choose the clothes just right for them. Watch an average girl with good dressing sense and you give an appreciative nod, for face is given by God but dressing is chosen by mortals. Whereas if you see a pretty girl dressed shabbily, you have to fight down the impulse of calling the police to remove the eyesore. The third category, the one in which this girl falls into, are rare species of those having good face and good brains to pick out clothes. When placed in company of such finer sex a man can hardly be blamed for behaving like a clown. It is in such company that a man’s caveman instincts compete with his medieval chivalry and present before the general public a spectacle of never seen before buffoonery.
I can be shown in stark contrast with above two examples. I have been handed over ultimatums by many people about my dressing sense. Some of my friends just look up and curse heavens for sending me down, while the others have given up trying to train me – they have learnt that one has to face disappointments in life. After much introspection, I have found out what is wrong with me or my dressing sense. The reason is simple, I am plain lazy to go and buy new clothes for me. Nay, buying is an understatement, I am plain lazy to even dig out clothes from wardrobe, I just wear anything which is lying in front of me. So, for all those atrocities I have committed and will continue to commit in the name of poor dressing sense, my friends, I ask for forgiveness.