I'm no fashionista but my husband is un poco loco. This hombre who wears a gold chain and shirts that are borderline Ed Hardy says he dresses better than me.
Me: I can't believe you think that!
Husband: It's not that I think that; it's that it's a fact.
Me: Whatever! You're like Bruno. You're hilarious and confident but not self aware.
I'm either pointing out his delusion or my really, really poor fashion sense.
EDIT: If this sounds mean, note that I unabashedly wear grandma underwear from Walmart and happen to love Eugenio's necklace. I have literally (literally literally not Rachel Zoe literally) never seen him not wearing it. And Ed Hardy is pushing it. They're just shirts with questionable designs. I don't like to be mean. It messes with my self perception of being inherently an asshole but externally charming.
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