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I sauntered into Jon's apartment with a positive feeling that this night is going to be great. Jon whistled. "You look fabulous."Of course, I am *fabulous* and heaven knows this for a fact. I looked repulsively at Jon, who is wearing ripped dirty blue jeans, black sweater, and scuffed shoes. I remembered Vanessa's disapproving face when I told her about Jon. Perhaps this is the part of Jon she disapproves of, he's disorganized. A disorganized nonchalant sexy man—bad *combo.*"Uhmm. Thanks. No offense, but you don't look near fab yourself," I said. "No offense taken," Jon said."Please change. Tone it up a little..... FYI you look rough. Who wears ripped jeans with scuffed shoes? Are you homeless?""I'm not changing," he said stubbornly."Oh Jon. Why don't you put on some Khakis, t-shirt or a sweater purchased within the last three years?""I'm wearing this," Jon said. I finally gave in after arguing for some minutes. After all no one will be looking at Jon tonight. I'll be the cent
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