Today, I parted ways with a close companion.

I bought my quasi-runner jacket at Target for $20 a few years back. Since then, it and I have been very close. I have worn that jacket on most trips, social engagements and warm days when I had no business wearing a jacket. It was fashionable but not too fashionable. Chic,  but not really. I mean, it’s from Target for godssake!

This jacket is a prime example of my attitude toward fashion and clothing. It’s simple: Don’t spend too much and spend less time in the actual process of selection and purchase. Everything is loose, so the jacket should fit loosely.

And it did for several years. Fairly loose but not too loose. It was just about right.

This was all well and good until I started down the process that all you air-breathers are currently reading about. Then the jacket, like most of my clothes, became too big.

I last wore the jacket to see Star Trek Into Darkness over the weekend. A friend, who hasn’t seen me in some time, commented on how much weight I’ve lost then told me that loose clothing died in the 90s.

Well, far be it from me to be THAT behind in fashion, so the jacket, as well as my favorite hoodie, my two favorite pairs of pants and a button-down shirt that I believe I’ve had since 2003 are now in the procession of the good people at Martha’s Table.

I hope the jacket becomes the wingman of another man, a man with a good heart and a rotund personality. Ladies dig runners, I’m told.