Pimp Jacket

Yes, I knew that title would catch your attention. You see, this was my first impression of Jason. He came to my apartment dressed in a vintage 60's leather Jacket, inherited from his uncle that had died at a fairly young age. He looked dapper - and that is the word that I would have used, had I been responsible for naming the jacket. "Dapper Jacket". That has a nice ring to it, don't you think. O.k., maybe not. Anyway......He did look handsome and I forgave him of the black socks underneath brown sandals on that crisp October day. However, it was a little more difficult to forgive the fact that he referred to his jacket as the "Pimp Jacket". That didn't leave me with a good impression and, unfortunately, I think he paid for it for months. Sorry, Jas. It's your own fault though. :) However, Jason, a lover of words, knew what I didn't: there is more than one definition of Pimp. The definition he was going by was, "1607, perhaps from M.Fr. pimper "to dress elegantly" (16c.), prp. of pimpant "alluring in dress, seductive." You can go look up the other definition which is what I was thinking. (Yes, not a good picture).
I interviewed Jason briefly about his choice to call this a Pimp Jacket at such a critical moment -like a first impresson (which still, to this day, sends my mind into a quandary). "Didn't you think that it would give a bad first impression to call your jacket a Pimp Jacket," I asked? He explained that to everyone else it just meant it looked good, in kind of a fun way...ur something. He said "That's actually something I like about you - you're ultra conservative". Awesome. So ... some things to learn about this post:

1. Don't judge someone based on your first impression. Luckily, I finally found out that he wasn't actually that type.

2. Jason likes to play around with words - so watch out and be prepared. Also, it would be helpful to bring along a dictionary. He will often use a word in the correct way that is most popularly used in an incorrect way just to confuse you and make you think. I tell him, "Whatever the majority of people think a words means, that's what it means". He disagrees.

3. One of the miriad of reasons that Jason and I make such a great pair: I often say the wrong word that sounds similar to the correct word. He started calling me "Mrs. Malaprop" early in our marriage. Mrs. who? The irony of Jason's love and intellect for words and my throwing around words that sound good whether it means what I'm trying to say or not, is funny.

Jason wears the pimp jacket every time we celebrate the day we met, which I love. He has, however, given up on using black socks with brown sandals to win over my affection, which is also nice. He is in Boston right now for work, living it up. We're at grandma's house, living it down. Have fun, my love! Oh, and thanks for posing GQ for this year's pimp jacket picture (7 years later, I still grimace as I type it. However, that's the jacket's name. It may be bad, but if you have a friend named Helga, for example, you don't just go around calling her Jane). By the way, I've actually grown quite fond of the pimp jacket and for this dapper man who happens to wear it.