I love a man in a sharp suit. When MrIcy puts on a suit I start to drool (unfortunately this only happens about once a year). But I do feel sorry for guys who have to wear a suit to work.
Specifically in summer on 35 deg C plus days.
I go out at lunch in my sleevelss top and skirt and I see them, looking at me with envy. They'll be there, standing on the street corners in the sun, panting and going red in the face, in their lovely charcoal woolen pants and jackets with a long sleeved shirt and tie done all the way up.
Sometimes it's good to be a woman.
An individual dude