Tonight, I went to a fairly decent restaurant in a light blue and darker blue plaid pair of shorts. On top, I wore a dark blue-gray T-Shirt with "Tate" on it, which is a bit too tight since it shrank as a large to a medium, but I love it (It's from the Tate Modern Gallery of London), and running shoes. It was out-of-doors, given COVID, and warm. I have a black FITBIT watch, and a pair of perscription glasses that a graduate of The Fashion Institute of Design picked for me because it made me look friendly, and recently heard customers of mine say: "Did you see his glasses," which I took as a good thing. I am 60, but I am told I look 45, and yes I roll my eyes. I run in the hills in my area for about an hour and a half when I am not working. I am bald. That's it.