When I lived in Seoul I had a pair of tweedish dark grey shorts that I wore with black opaque tights all the time. When I got back and wore them here in the fall, I got..."why are you wearing shorts....it's cold out" Point of the story: I loved them and people are dumb.
“I will remember your scent and your touch and how it felt to love you. But most of all, I will remember how it felt to gaze at true beauty, both inside and out. For you are fair, my beloved, in soul and in body, generous of spirit and generous of heart. And I will never see anything this side of heaven more beautiful than you.” ― Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel's Inferno