
I like this. For a dude who, presumably, has the metaphorical blues, it's ballsy to come out wearing ACTUAL blue -- especially when you know that the Us Weekly Body Language Expert or whatever is watching and scribbling down notes. But it's good on him. And I like that he's smiling and looking blithe and pleasant. Nothing grates on the ex more than looking like you're actually completely fine.

"Oh, hey, there, Imaginary Kristen, what's that you say? Your feet hurt and you want to put on sneakers already? NOT MY PROBLEM. You forgot to brush your hair, or even wash it? DON'T CARE. Hate the spotlight? TOO BAD. You let some skeezy philandering 41-year old whose wife you're friends with do unspeakable things to you, because somehow you didn't figure out that if the skeezy 41-year old is WILLING to philander with you then it means he's a skeezy philanderer and thus a massive error in judgment for you? NONE OF MY BUSINESS. I'm just looking for the fruit plate."

"Ahem. Sorry about that. Let's pretend it didn't happen. I shall remain composed from here on out. And I wasn't kidding about the fruit plate. If by 'fruit plate' you mean 'beer and some really good meat snacks.'"
