I Love Shiny Gold Buttons

WANT WANT WANT

I don't know what it is about them. I just adore them. I think the love affair between me and gold buttons must have started when I bought my military jacket from Phixclothing a bit over a year ago, I think. Recently, there has been quite a big boom of military clothing coming through in all the high street shops which I wouldn't be complaining about if I was a girl because the guys stuff is so poorly fitted and just looks generally shit, and if people didn't keep accrediting Cheryl fucking Cole with it.

I'd just like to clarify that I bought it because I loved the red Libertines Jackets and I saw a picture of Julian Casablancas from The Strokes wearing a very similar jacket and that guy is one cool fucking guy.

Well onwards, I suppose.

I seem to get almost mesmerized by gold buttons. I'll be walking along and I'll see someone wearing a nice jacket with gold buttons and I'll literally stare at the buttons. I seem to go into some daze and don't snap out of it until the buttons are gone. This wouldn't usually be a problem, because despite being slightly weird, it's totally innocent and harmless. Having gold buttons in front of a guy who likes military jackets is like holding a chocolate cake in front of a fat guy. Except I think I probably have a little more self control. Well yeah, it's all innocent until you realise where the buttons are on a person. Considering I have barely seen any guys with gold buttons, it totally looks like I am just constantly staring at the chests of passing women.



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I realised this earlier on, and now I feel like a filthy pervert every time I see someone wearing a jacket with gold buttons. I keep thinking I look like those old blokes you see sitting on benches just staring at all the girls. That teacher who constantly stares at one of his students' tits and stands behind them so he can look down their tops.

I know in my mind that it's not that, but no one else does! I think I need to stop looking at their chests... I mean buttons!

Is it bad that I'm not sure which I prefer, the woman or the jacket?

Damn you innocence being ruined by sudden realisations.