I think some of the differences between men and women are genetically imprinted by those pesky XY or XX chromosomes. Examples that spring immediately to mind include the love men have for just about any sport, their unnatural relationship with anything that has wheels , and their aversion to shopping of any description.
Fed up with Mr. P looking like the King of the Dag people, we set off Saturday morning ostensibly to buy me new undies, but I was hatching a plan in my head to convince him to get some new clothes. Call me crazy, but I think wearing a T-shirt in Vietnam that proclaims “Man Whore” across the front is going to get you all the wrong sort of attention. Mr. P’s T-shirt collection is especially vile and he has needed new jeans for at least a year. He tells me he attempted to find new jeans six weeks ago without my assistance and couldn’t find anything he liked. That’s because last time he went jeans shopping it was the 1979 and bell bottoms were all the rage. I strongly suspect that his attempt to find jeans in August entailed running past the front of the 23 jeans retailers at our local shopping mall and calling that trip done.
I essentially shoved him into Jeans West on Saturday morning , grabbed a sexy young thing to flatter and assist him (men never say no to a young pretty thing) and said “My husband needs two new pairs of jeans”. Fifteen minutes later he was done. See? That wasn’t all that hard.
Next stop – shirts – shirts that dont have crummy slogan writing on them. The only reason I'm making that damn T-shirt quilt is so I have an excuse to cut up some of his shitty old T-shirts that he simply won’t part with. It's win win. I dont have to worry about him being seen in public with those awful shirts anymore and he gets a quilt out of it. This part of the shopping experience entailed me throwing about 100 T-shirts at him and muttering “Try this on” and then barking “It fits , it doesn’t have anything offensive on it –you’re getting it“.
More success. And not one of them looks bogan. This will set him up until at least 2023 when we have to do another decennium clothes shopping assault. Im sure that in about a month these will have Pho stains on them that I cant get out but for now my husband has a decent wardrobe.
I've been doing last minute details for our holiday and decided I want to do a day spa. For about 75 bucks I'm getting 4 hours of pampering. Sadly, it appears that the only kind of massage Mr. P can get is one with a happy finish so he misses out. Sucks to be a bloke.