Today, I'm taking a brief interlude from my coming out story to write a letter to a new object of my affections.
Dear Wool Tie,
I know we just met last week, but I want to tell you how I'm feeling about you. It was good being around each other all day today, wasn't it? I mean, your slightly-heavy-but-oh-so-soft fabric just feels right, especially for fall. Simultaneously intellectual and badass, just like my platonic conception of myself. See, we complete each other, Wool Tie. Deep down in your plaid, woolen little heart, you know it.
People think we look good together, Wool Tie. They all said so. You could see it in their eyes, Wool Tie. They know that you and I are meant to be together. I might even have some of your friends over. Wouldn't that be fun, Wool Tie? You know you'd love it.
The bottom line, Wool Tie, is this: I don't know how my wardrobe and I survived without you, and I hope we'll never have to again.