TED SUITS UP!

Never thought I'd say this, but my boy's all grown up! Barneyphiles will know just how long I have been trying to get my buddy Ted to grow a pair and fit them out in fine worsted wool. Well the day has come, my friends. The day has come.

I've said it in this space before: Any man serious about the art of consistent layage needs to comprehend the following truism: Chicks love suits. For my Spanish readers: A las chicas le gustan los trajes. Don't believe me? Visit any fine tailor or vendor of serious menswear and who do you find standing outside, all pressed up and panting against the glass? Chicks, that's who. Staring in, straining to catch a glimpse of your sophisticated virility. You know it, I know it, chicks know it, and finally Ted knows it, at least we pray that's the case. Predictably, his date was awesome.



At long last. Ted wears a three-button jacket with side vents and soft shoulders, woven tie, and expression of childlike wonder as he considers his new allure.