Let's say, for example, you're taking your lady out for a night on the town. Cocktails, dinner rolls, filet mignon...you know the drill. Afterwards, you take her to the theatre or cabaret. You're standing together in the ticket line, and as she takes her hand off your elbow to reach for her lipstick, a clueless cad swoops in to chat her up, apparently oblivious to the fact that she's spoken for.
Pop quiz, gentleman: What do you do?
A.) Flex your muscles menacingly—the Murdoch you're wearing shows them off nicely.
B.) Lean in and kiss your date—she may be surprised, but how could she turn down a man in a Doering?
C.) Coldly flash the guy your business card, or better yet, decapitate him with it—you look that sharp. Try not to get any blood on the Robert you're wearing.
D.) Laugh it off. Pose a friendly inquiry: "Excuse me, sir, but where did you find that dashing Nickelback T-shirt?" (He got it at Target, but don't let on that you know that.) Tell him he would look good in a Charles—you know, like the one you're wearing.
E.) Cross your arms and say "Hey bro, the lady isn't interested, you hear?" Oops—you forgot to wear REDD tonight.
