Admittedly, I am a pain in the rump, when it comes to jeans shopping.  I complain, “It takes too long.” I whine, “Do I have to?” I become super insecure, “How does my butt look?” All on the way to looking stunningly average.

Well, a few months ago, at a great emotional toll, I got two new pairs of jeans.  They fit good.  They look good.  My butt looks good.  I am happily average in them.  Sadly, however, one of the pairs has begun to wear out.  I got sad thinking about searching for a replacement, but a sudden thought came to the rescue.  I had all of the essential jean info, including brand, style, and size.  All I needed to do was order a replacement online and the jeans suffering would come to an end.  Clones R Us, here I come.  One pair of replacement jeans, please.  Double click.  Done.  Average man in jeans status secure.  A win for the lumpy gender.

This weekend, my new jeans arrived.  I pulled them on and I was good to go.  Watch out world, here comes average.  Problem was that the tug was not quite the same, the snug was a little off, the tag dug in, the belt rode rough.  It was a similar pair of pants, but different.  The clone was no clone, but rather a jeans relative.

Shopping for jeans is never easy.  Turns out that looking average is no cakewalk, either.