Two things
Quick update this time:
1. On the occasions when I do not wear a belt, my pants slide down so much easier. I think this can be attributed to the fact that my fat has redistributed more. Having a much smaller butt and hips allows the pants to slide down freely, with nothing really to catch and hold them in place. I never really had much in the way of hips anyway, but I did have quite a butt (at least, for a man of my size and stature). Much to Finley's dismay, however, my ass is basically non-existent. This allows my pants to reach a new level of sag-dom!
2. Earlier today, Finn and I went to my storage unit to get out the ironing board. (Sadly, it appears to be broken, but I want to look at it again and see what I can do.) We had the gate combo and the storage unit combo written down, so we thought we were set. When we tried to open the gate, though, the combination didn't work, no matter how many times and ways we tried it. I had the number of the guy who runs the storage place, so I called him to ask about the new combination.
I decided before calling that I would pretend to be my dad, because as far as the guy who runs the storage place knew, the unit was for the daughter of Mike and Nancy. I didn't want to try to pass as my formerly-named self with my deeper voice; basically, I wanted to avoid all confusion and awkwardness. So I call the guy, Mike, up, and was like, "Hey, this is Mike Myers. I have a storage unit with you at Davis Self Storage for my daughter, and was wondering what the new combination to the gate was." He responded pleasantly, asked how I was, how "my daughter" was, and whether she was still in school and would be staying in the area for another year (to see if we'd still be using the unit). I got the combination, said thanks and hung up, then looked at Finley. We both burst out laughing. It was pretty damn epic. I'm still terribly amused that I passed as my father...oh goodness. Guess I sound authentic enough! =D
1. On the occasions when I do not wear a belt, my pants slide down so much easier. I think this can be attributed to the fact that my fat has redistributed more. Having a much smaller butt and hips allows the pants to slide down freely, with nothing really to catch and hold them in place. I never really had much in the way of hips anyway, but I did have quite a butt (at least, for a man of my size and stature). Much to Finley's dismay, however, my ass is basically non-existent. This allows my pants to reach a new level of sag-dom!
2. Earlier today, Finn and I went to my storage unit to get out the ironing board. (Sadly, it appears to be broken, but I want to look at it again and see what I can do.) We had the gate combo and the storage unit combo written down, so we thought we were set. When we tried to open the gate, though, the combination didn't work, no matter how many times and ways we tried it. I had the number of the guy who runs the storage place, so I called him to ask about the new combination.
I decided before calling that I would pretend to be my dad, because as far as the guy who runs the storage place knew, the unit was for the daughter of Mike and Nancy. I didn't want to try to pass as my formerly-named self with my deeper voice; basically, I wanted to avoid all confusion and awkwardness. So I call the guy, Mike, up, and was like, "Hey, this is Mike Myers. I have a storage unit with you at Davis Self Storage for my daughter, and was wondering what the new combination to the gate was." He responded pleasantly, asked how I was, how "my daughter" was, and whether she was still in school and would be staying in the area for another year (to see if we'd still be using the unit). I got the combination, said thanks and hung up, then looked at Finley. We both burst out laughing. It was pretty damn epic. I'm still terribly amused that I passed as my father...oh goodness. Guess I sound authentic enough! =D