I never thought I'd see the day when my sartorial choices would cause women to lust after me. And that day still may not have arrived yet - or maybe it has and I'm just not hip to it.
Yesterday I saw an entry, "When Suits Become a Stumbling Block," on "The Salt Collective" blog in which one woman initialed L.P. confessed that she gets sexually aroused whenever she sees a man in a suit.
That for me would become a bit problematic especially on Sunday mornings because, except during the summer, I almost always attend services wearing one. (I explained years ago that "I'm going to see the King and should be appropriately dressed.")
Now, I've been told that I look good in a suit, and I tend to agree. Twenty years ago I even bought a tuxedo - as a musician, I could justify the expense by saying that I might use it for gigs, which I in fact do - but which I've found that women appreciate. I last wore it in June for the banquet at the end of my annual writers' conference; indeed, one of its highlights has become just what I wear to it. (Most conferees are women slightly older than I, 53.) Many women wanted to take a picture with me after the banquet.
Keep in mind, however, that the larger point of her tongue-in-cheek commentary was that, when it comes to dress especially at this time of the year, the idea of causing someone to "stumble" is always addressed toward women, never to us men, with the idea that we men have to learn to control our desires and not depend on women to do so.
And it's more than just women's dressing habits; I understand that a large number of men even in the church, including some pastors, are consumers of pornography - an addiction I've managed to escape only by God's grace. (When I was in high school my dad had some hard-core stuff, so I know just what it is.)
But no matter. It's up to each of us to take control of our own God-given sexual impulses and not leave that up to the other person.
Although I will admit to some satisfaction when a longtime woman friend whom I've never dated apparently liked to hug me whenever she saw me in my tux.