Ever since I could pick out my own clothes, I’ve gravitated toward black jeans.I’m talking decades of life in black jeans — and maybe a pair of blue jeans if I wanted to go a little crazy. Going on a date? Black jeans. Commuting to work? Black jeans. Leaving for the airport? Black jeans, even for a six-hour flight. Headed to the beach? Change from black jeans into a swimsuit. My wedding day? Don’t worry, I wore a tux. But I definitely changed into it from a pair of black jeans.Despite being set in my ways, I’m still something of a clotheshorse. While perusing the land of perpetual sales — J.Crew’s website — I stumbled across its Giant-fit Chino Pant and had a good laugh at the idea. Chinos, to me, were the kind of pants my mom picked out for me when I was 10 years old, the same year she gave me a bowl cut.Since I enjoy gently torturing my wife, I showed her the page, thinking she’d be aghast at the idea of me in comically large pants. To my surprise, she encouraged me to get them. What the heck, I thought. They’re big pants, and they’re marked down. If they were funny-looking, I’d send ’em back. So I popped a khaki-colored pair in my cart and left the rest up to fate — convinced that no pair of pants could release my death grip on black jeans.Turns out, I was wrong — I love these pants. My wife loves these pants on me. And I get compliments on them when I’m out and about. I even bought another pair in blue so that I could wear them more often. I’m not just a chino guy now, but a Giant-fit Chino guy. Am I even me anymore? I sure am, and I’m looking better than ever.