This summer I went to a new beach in Miami Beach, Florida, for my first major public event.
The event was called the G Suite.
I was supposed to wear the suits, but my friend told me they weren’t for me.
She explained that a man’s suit can be tailored to fit his body, but women’s suits can’t be.
The event was scheduled to begin at 5pm and the crowd was already growing.
The venue was a popular nightspot for college students and had a nice bar with a few tables set up for a group chat.
I got there early and headed to the bar to chat.
As I waited, a young man walked in and greeted me.
He was dressed in a suit, a tie and a button down shirt.
He looked about twenty-five years old.
His eyes were very dark and he had a short haircut.
The man spoke in a deep, low voice, which made me uncomfortable, especially since he didn’t look like a man.
I asked the man if he was wearing a suit.
“Yeah, I guess,” he said, with a laugh.
“I guess I’ll just have to wear it.”
He asked me to get my jacket off and put on my suit.
The suit had a collar, a vest, and a shirt.
The shirt had a slit up the front, a hole in the back, and two buttons.
The jacket also had a black waistband and a black hem.
The pants had two buttons, a belt, and some pockets.
The collar on the suit was a black band that went from the bottom of the collar to the hem of the shirt.
After he had gotten me dressed, he asked me how I liked my suits.
He said he liked them because they were nice, they were comfortable, and they fit.
A few minutes later, he walked back into the bar, walked up to the table, and took a seat on the barstool.
When he walked up, the other man was standing beside him, a man in his late twenties or early thirties.
He wore a suit with matching tie and button down shirts.
I looked at the other gentleman, but didn’t see anyone else in the crowd.
The bar was filled with people.
He asked if I wanted a drink.
I took a sip of my drink and started to think about what I wanted to say.
“Um, yeah, I don’t drink.
Can you guys please let me get my drink?”
I asked, looking up at the man.
The man smiled.
“Yeah, sure, drink.”
He gave me a big hug and walked away.
The next day I went back to the G suite and I wore my suit the next day.
The first night I went, I wore it again and the next night I wore a different suit.
I’ve always liked my suit to be a little more fitted, but after going through the g suites I realized that I had a hard time fitting into a suit that was too small for me at the time.
In fact, the last time I wore the suit, it fit me perfectly.
I’ve always felt that if a man doesn’t wear a suit he doesn’t know he’s a man, and I have always been very open about my sexuality.
I’m a very open person and very happy to wear whatever suits and swimsuits I want, but I am also aware that my choices are going to affect others.
So I try to make sure I wear a good fit for everyone.
If I’m not comfortable in my own skin, I try and fit others in.
One of the things that I learned from my time at the G suites is that you have to make choices about what suits you wear.
You’re not going to be able to wear them all and you may not even like them.
There’s a lot of choices.
I can’t wear suits that fit me as much as a man would, but that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy wearing them.
My experience with the g suite helped me learn that a suit is a big deal.
It doesn’t have to be your best suit.
And I have to remember that if I wear the suit for myself, I can wear a different one for someone else.