For most of my adult life, I’ve resisted the urge to wear shorts in the summer months. The thought of traipsing around New York in shorts — my bare skin rubbing against the sweat of a stranger on the subway, the accumulation of city dirt kicked up by the heat of mid-July clinging to my legs — seemed unbearable.And then there are the social implications of wearing shorts — as a man, you’re told that bare legs are somehow unacceptable in almost any scenario except when you’re working out or playing sports, or that shorts are not for men at all, but for children. That, along with the annual salvo of think pieces about the office-appropriateness of shorts, was enough to make me and many others shy away entirely. “A don doesn’t wear shorts,” you tell yourself as you put on black jeans in the middle of summer.But after I endured several consecutive summers of heat waves with the temperature piercing the 100-degree mark, something inside me broke. Something needed to change. It was, finally, time for shorts.What I wanted seemed impossible to find: a pair of shorts that I would feel as natural in as I did in denim.After an exhaustive search and a lot of disappointment, the only shorts I now reach for all summer are Puli Men’s Golf Shorts. I am not a golfer, but these affordable 7-inch shorts allow me to feel the summer breeze on my legs while also looking good in just about any situation.