You exercise and monitor your diet not for any reasons of health but, rather, to ensure that you continue to fit into and look good in your wardrobe.  A corollary:  you are perhaps most happily attired when wearing a ten or more year old suit that has needed no alteration since it was new.  Exception to corollary:  you are even happier when the suit has needed alteration, but only to make the waist smaller.

You never can follow the plot lines of any Cary Grant film because you inevitably get way too caught up in what he's wearing.

In North By Northwest, when Cary Grant escapes the cropduster by diving under the truck, you are relieved that quick thinking on his part saved his life, but also horrified that in so doing his suit gets so terribly filthy and wrinkled.

In the thores of passion -rather than tear your clothes from your body with abandon and allow them to carelessly fall to the floor in a crumpled heap.- You take the time to carefully, remove, smooth and fold.

Each year, you fly your flag at half staff to commemorate the passing of Frederick Sholte.  You dream of one day seeing a national holiday celebrating his birthday.

You are at a party at the Playboy mansion, where you wear your new suit, and the only thing that you can think of is...how great your new suit looks.