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I promenade my new girlfriend with careful awareness of reactions to be noted from any friend, sending his unintended signal of truthful approval, curiosity, or frowning doubt. The outrage of criticism hits hard; and harder still when it's openly pronounced by persons whose words I esteem - as if the suit I'd selected were detected to be flea-ridden and in bad taste. I hastily pit my wits on how I might gear our appearance as a couple to something nearer the ideal they feel - so proudly positive I manage to remain, that explaining her personal merits should never be required.      I'm confident they'll see it in the end,      and nod their heads avowing perfect blend.