Trey.Kauffman–2.0 “There is no life without love, none worth having anyway.” -Hank Moody

Metro…what?

I have a problem.

It seems I have given people a reason to believe that I am...I am...ugh, that--well--I'm a _metrosexual. Ahem. A metrosexual.

Now before I go attesting why I feel this statement is devoid of any truth, let me share with you a few responses I collected on Facebook throughout the day yesterday regarding what people feel the definition of "metrosexual" actually is.

With an overwhelming response, I picked the best of the best to share:

Let me start by saying that, if I had to be honest, I didn't appreciate the 'Like' on that last comment. Now surely there's nothing wrong with being a metrosexual, but by the definitions of my peers, it just isn't me (at least I don't think it is).

For instance, I could have sworn teal and aqua were synonymous, but I was of course proven otherwise. You learn something new everyday -- or is that not what the kids say?

I'd also like to note that I absolutely freaking HATE going to the mall, for so many reasons.

• I hate teenagers
• I wouldn't be caught dead wearing the garbage (yes garbage) stores like Hollister, American Eagle or J.Crew sell
• Why would I spend $80 on a pair of jeans when I can get a pair for $20 at Kohls?
• Malls have a tendency to reek of pretentiousness in that their patrons have an overwhelming and unjustified sense of fashion and trend
• I--freaking--hate--teenagers

When asked by friends what my definition of a metrosexual is, I found "iced tips" to be the first phrase out of my mouth, to which they responded, "Just because you know what iced tips are Trey, that makes you a metro."

Awesome.

Now, perhaps it's true that I like to look nice when I go out. It may also be true that more often than not you'll see me sporting a blazer in homage to the great Hank Moody, but that doesn't mean that I'm a metrosexual, does it? I don't read New York Magazine, I've never gotten a manicure or pedicure (nor will I ever), and I have no aspirations of being gay. I won't compare myself to other men in their 'women getting,' but I can say that I do well enough for myself.

As mush as I hate to admit it, this all seems rather inconclusive. Of course I take pride in how I look, but give me a break, my aspirations lay in acting. Acting in films. That are seen. By people. I want to look good! It's a self esteem thing.

So, against my better judgment, I'll once again leave the decision making in the hands of you. Take a second, scroll down and click in a vote. Don't be too cruel.

Just remember...

Final Question

Do you know anyone else who puts themselves out there like this? Tell me in the comment thing below.

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