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___________________________________________________________________________ Tuesday June 29th, 2010
So today I went shopping with Channing. I have finally come to my conclusion, but I'll tell you that later.
So I got up this morning early at like seven am. I wanted to see what I had to take with me to Paris. Well Valentino doesn't have a men's collection anymore. So what the hell am I gonna wear to the show and then there is a gala party that night, fuck.
I walk into my closet. It is sick, it has wood shelves and armoires. I have things that I use often in here, and I always keep a small selection of tuxedos in here. I go to the cabinet I keep them in and hanging side by side are two Valentino tuxedos. One a classic black tux with a shawl lapel, and the other a navy blue with black peak lapels. I figure I'll wear the blue to the show and the black to the gala. I grab a black Valentino dress shirt and a black and white polka dot Tom Ford bow tie to wear with my blue suit. I already had the white Valentino tuxedo shirt and black bow tie, so I just grabbed one of my black garment bags and put that into it and hung it on a rack that I will use to put all the stuff I need to pack on.
I also grabbed 5 pairs of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs, and rolled them and put them on the shelf. That took me about 45 minutes to do. I decided that I wanted to be comfortable when shopping, so I grabbed my favorite jeans from Old Navy (I may be spoiled beyond belief but I still love my Old Navy jeans,) and a lavender Polo Ralph Lauren button down. I tucked it in and grabbed my blinged out Dolce and Gabbana black belt, some black Louis Vuitton diamar print flip flops and my black Ray-Ban wayfairers sunglasses. I headed out to stop by Starbucks quick, and grab me and Channing drinks and then to meet him at Bergdorfs.
They opened the men's store early for me, as Karl Lagerfeld and John Galliano had sent stuff for me to wear that is straight off the runway. When I got there Channing was at the door arguing with the security guard. "Channing, what's up?" I asked not sure why he was arguing with the guard.
" I got here bout 5 minuites ago and this dick is not letting me in. I told him you told me to meet you at the men's store at ten and he is telling me that the store doesn't open until 11:30."
Oops I forgot to call and let Patricia know that I would be bringing a friend. "Channing, this is all a misunderstanding, see they are opening up the store early for me, and last night I forgot to call them and say I was going to be meeting someone. It is my bad."
He seemed a little surprised, not sure if it was because I forgot to mention to the mammoth guy that was holding him back that he was coming or that they opened the store early just for me. "Well, now we can go in," I said handing him the drink I had bought him.
"Great minds think alike," he said pointing to his car where two Starbucks cups were sitting. We both laughed, and I offered the security guard the frappuchino as we headed in. We got to the dressing room area and Patricia was waiting for us, I hugged her and introduced Channing to her. "CJ, the looks that Karl and Galliano sent for you are in the dressing room. Who else are you going to see?"
See Paris couture week is actually only three days and I would only be going to see a small handful of shows, "I'll see Gaultier, Margiela, Givenchy, Elie Saab (one of my absolute favs), Armani Prive, Dior, Chanel, and Valentino. Maison Martin Margiela sent me an email stating that he has a look for me to wear in his showroom and that I could come preview the collection and pick it up on Monday morning before I head to Christian Dior, and I have my look for Valentino. Its just something I had in my closet by them."
"So you still need a look for Jean Paul Gaultier, Givenchy, Elie, and Armani. Yes?"
I nodded. "Eell what are you thinking of for Elie because as I am sure you know he does not have a men's collection?" She asked.
"Well Patricia, Do you have any of the binged out suits from Dolce and Gabbana spring 2010?"
She started thinking, "I am sure we do. Would you like me to get one for you?" I nodded.
"And actually, can Channing over here help?" I asked.
She nodded and the two of them disappeared into the store. I walked into the large dressing room where a leather chair sat in one corner, and there were hooks on the other. Hanging from two of the hooks were garment bags, I walked over to them and unzipped the one bearing the name Chanel. Inside laid a chocolate brown sequin covered blazer, a tan suede button down shirt and some light brown pants. There was also a handwritten note from the designer Karl Lagerfeld, "Charles, This suit is not going to be sold in stores. You are the lucky young man who gets to wear it. Hope you will enjoy the show. Karl."
I almost died right then and there. I started to take my shirt off and then my jeans until I was just standing there in my white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. It was then that I heard Patricia say she had found an outfit for me. "Uhhmm, give it to Channing. I was just about to put the Chanel outfit on and I am just in my underwear."
He fumbled with the brown silk curtains, and I couldn't help but laugh because I am in no way modest. Little to his knowledge I wanted to see how he reacted to an almost naked me. Once he found the opening he proceeded to walk into the room backward. He used one hand to hold the hangers of clothes and used the other to cover his eyes. Damn this guy is either a really good actor or is just metro sexual. I figured that I would make him a little more comfortable, so I grabbed the Chanel pants. "You can put those on any of the open hooks."
He was forced to remove his hand from his eyes as I bent over to put the pants on. My already tight boxer briefs hugged my ass. I swear to god that I saw him staring at my ass in the mirror, I smirked as I pulled the pants completely on. "Can you grab the shirt and jacket for me?"
Without speaking he grabbed the shirt and handed it to me and I put it on and buttoned it up sans the top two buttons. "CJ put out your arms." He said as he held out the jacket.
I dipped each arm into its respective sleeve. Channing smoothed it out. He smoothed the back and he brushed against my ass. He quickly realized and backed off. "Damn CJ, I swear you always look like such a stud."
Interesting choice of words. "Hey do you have something to wear to my party on Sunday? If you don't I'd be more than happy to buy something for you." I asked.
He said he did and that I didn't have to keep spending money on him. He was beginning to relax so I stripped out of the outfit and proceeded to try the other five outfits on, with him sitting in the chair in the corner. I swear at one point after getting out of an outfit I noticed that he was adjusting his crotch. But I mean don't all teenagers get random boners? Well I loved everything and ended up buying it all. The whole lot which consisted of everything from the normal to the bizarre and from casual to formal, cost me fourteen thousand dollars. Channing looked like he was about to pass out when he saw how much I spent. I assured him I would wear most of it again. He gave me a yea right look. On the way out I invited him to go back to my place and we could eat something and he could help me pack. He thanked me for the offer but said that he has another engagement that he needed to take care of. He helped me put all of my new purchases in the back of the Escalade.
We hugged goodbye, I came home and packed for Paris using a vintage Louis Vuitton trunk, 2 Louis Vuitton rolling bags and 4 Louis Vuitton duffel bags. I know I pack like a girl but I had to bring all my outfit changes for the shows and then stuff to just hang out in and a few bathing suits. I guess I have tortured you long enough, you wanna know my final verdict on Channing right? Well its simple as this, Channing Dawson is gay. Now all I have to figure out is how to pursue him.