A few years ago the lead singer of a band I was in changed his look for on stage. He wore goofy looking athletic shoes with this spring thing at the heel, draw string pants or shorts or cargo shorts, and a t-shirt or tropical shirt. One night he shows up for a gig with a better shorter hair cut, a little bit of stubble, black sweater, clean jeans and black loafers. Some women took an interest, chatted him up, and he got phone numbers. This never happened before. He was in his late 40s at the time. Lesson learned.