An ode to my jeans

Late last year about 5 days to xmas I went jeans hunting. I needed a pair of blue jeans. I have about six pairs of blue jeans but they are all either to long or big at the waist (I have a major problem wit belts) or to tight-I love them a lil lose. I prefer blue coz I am prone to abuse black jeans.
I got the blue jeans alrite but I also found my one true love… cocolet, my black jeans. I had to name her afta my other prized possession cocolet my laptop.
From the day cocolet came into my life I have not remained the same she is perfect not tight enuf to choke u, and not lose so u look shabby. Her only flaw is that she needs a belt small prize to pay.
And to think I was skeptical when the sales gal showed her to me. I only tried her so I don’t upset the nice gal and so she will give me a discount on the blue one-as if.
The very next day I wore her and the next and the next and took a break from xmas-nu year then I resumed in earnest and have not stopped. I have only worn the blue ones once.
I wear cocolet on Monday to work coz its company meeting day and if I wear a nice top she can pass as trousers I hope I don’t get caught.
I wear her every day when I get bac from work and have to go out.
I wear her on Fridays and saturdays to gallivant all over the place.
She has a brief rest on Sunday except if im en route back to Abuja which I am, usually.
Suddenly all my clothes look better on cocolet, seriously I tried to use another jeans once but I looked funny and I felt as if I was cheating on cocolet.
I don’t even wear my black trousers, I’d rather wear a colored one, or a skirt coz I look beta in cocolet. All pale in comparison.
I have to hide cocolet when im not near or in her to protect, coz my roomies consisting of my friends lil sis and a cousin have treated to burn her. Burn o not hide.
Am I crazy? Hope not.
Am I obsessed? I really think not im just in luv.
On this note I beg all and sundry if u don’t already have one get a pair of black jeans.