A smile touches my lips, but I don't abandon my search for something to wear.

"No, I'm charming, exciting, debonair... All while being the kind of man a mother wouldn't mind her daughter bringing home," I reply, arrogance oozing through my every syllable. Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed, I bend down, my fingers finally finding purchase around worn denim.

"It's just my perception that's changed." Shoving my feet into the right pant legs, I stand and get dressed. "Not to mention what I do with my time."