I like comfort. I want to wear comfort. I live in jeans and long-sleeve Ts. I work in a family business and comfortable clothing is on the job description. I like it like that.
Early last month, I received an email-invite to a "Santa Shindig." When I told the wife, she immediately wanted to know the proper attire. Understanding the crowd that would be there, I said, "comfortably casual." So, we jumped into our favorite jeans and busted into a party filled with slacks, sport-coats, dresses, and fanciness. Oops. I can still see "the look" she shot me as we made our way past the door. It was a doozy of a look.
Starting in 2011, I will forever play dumb when asked what to wear to a party. The more I think about it, "playing dumb" is a VERY smart move in a relationship.
For the guy, anyway.