Thursday - I Can't Decide

Dude, I'm so out of practice with this... :)
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Blue.  Grey.  Charcoal.  That odd, shimmery olive-colored one.  Frustrated, he stalked out of his room.  Standing in the kitchen, breathing hard, colors beat against him.  Too many choices.

Why was it so hard to choose?

Because it had to be right.  It had to be perfect. 

Wes couldn’t wear just any suit, not tonight, not for their first date.  Travis expected better, deserved better.  It had to be just right.    And it was making him crazy.

He thought about what Travis would like best.  And the choice was made. 

Easy.

Wes reached for his best jeans and favorite t-shirt.

Perfect.