Around these hyar parts, I suppose this might be appropriate headgear for a blind date.
You can tell it's not my hat, given that it wouldn't sit down on my stupidly huge cranium.
This photo was from when we were at a neighbor's house for an extremely-well "socially-lubricated" BS session.
Well into it, I was convinced to don the Mark Of The Beast as a sign of tribal solidarity.
A faint scar ring from the experience is still visible on my scalp, if you part my hair.
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Darron, temporary Desert Rat