100 x365 #10: Jordache Shorts Guy

I admit, it’s sad that I can’t remember your name.  Your shirts had tiny alligators embroidered on the chests and your shorts were much too short, even allowing for the style of the time.  They left little to the imagination; was that your intent?  You were good at ping pong, but not as good as I was.  The little smirk you wore disappeared and all that was left was the inevitable business degree you’d undoubtedly got while you left yourself behind to sit in meetings, longing to ditch your windsor-tied striped neckwear for those Izods and your tight green shorts.