This simple blue Pocket-T may represent the turning point in our relationship. I picked up Molson at the airport after a trip she took over Memorial Day, or Labor Day -- whichever one is in September. When we got back to her house we layed down on the couch and were working up to a make-out session when she told me she hated this shirt -- and she meant it. I thought at first that maybe she was joking, nope. She wanted me to never wear the shirt again. "But it's just a blue shirt and it doesn't have any stains," I pleaded. "I don't care," she said. "I hate it."