Is what my girlfriend says, a progressive woman with rather rigid conceptions of male beauty, she strongly disapproves of anything that says, normal. My lack of tattoos notwithstanding she nevertheless, manages to foist upon me something that an Italian gigolo with no sense of self would reject out of shame. It’s all I can do to save my khaki cargoes and denims from being burnt outright. If I want to look like something that just stepped out of the African bush, she says, she would rather not be seen with me at all. Which is fine by me because we are in india, where it pays to keep your flings to yourself, and so I end up in khaki cargoes and bush shirts.