The shopping gene
Feb 7, 2009 A day in our life
I’m not your typical woman. I HATE to shop. [I know. I'll give you a minute to compose yourself after that confession. Is this a good time to tell you I don't like chocolate either? No? Ok, then I'll just keep that one to myself for now.]
If I shop I typically do it online, from the comfort of couch. I don’t have to dress up. I don’t have to try anything on. I don’t have to deal with pushing salespeople or bitchy sales clerks. If I don’t like it when it arrives I just put it back in the box it came in and send it back. Life’s good.
Lee does all of our grocery shopping. And, even though he tries to complain about it sometimes, he actually enjoys it. It gives him a chance to get out of the house. I will send him to the store for a gallon of milk and an hour later I’ll have to call him and say, “Um, exactly how far away was this store you were going to for milk?” He leisurely strolls around the store, making sure he doesn’t miss anything.
If I do end up having to go to the store I have a list. I get what’s on my list and I get the hell out of there. I can’t stand roaming the store aimlessly. In fact sometimes I am so focused on finding my items I have run in to people I know who have to say my name several times and then usually tap me on the shoulder to get my attention. I’m a woman on a mission and I cannot be disturbed.
I’ve tried to enjoy shopping. I really have. I’ve gone clothes shopping with my mom and tried to put a smile on my face as she tried things on. But really my back hurt, my feet were throbbing, and I could think of a million other things I would rather be doing. Like visiting the dentist. Or having my yearly gyno exam.
I’ve even tried buying something just for me. A little splurge. But then I can’t think of a single thing I need and spending money on something just to splurge on myself seems like a waste of money. So I do something like buy apples. And I don’t even eat apples.
All of my friends love shopping. They even get together to spend the day shopping. That just sounds like pure torture to me. I’d love to meet them for lunch or dinner. Go to a movie. Get some drinks at the bar. But I’d rather poke my eyes out with hot pokers than spend the day shopping with them. I guess I just didn’t get the shopping gene.
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February 7th, 2009 at 3:10 pm
So sorry … apparently you got that gene from me
I too find “shopping” outings to be pure torture and always have. Though, I do go off-list when I shop. Especially with clothes shopping. When I do get my butt into the store, I tend to buy in bulk. I go in for a pair of black dress pants and come out with $500 of new clothes. And when I like an article of clothing (and it fits right), I will buy 3 or 4 of it in different colors – cause who knows when I will get up the energy to venture back into the clothes jungle 
Mom
February 8th, 2009 at 7:56 am
I hate shopping and chocolate!! Should we like BFF !!
I admit with my 5 kids I pretty much spend half my life shopping… but I do it at warped speed . Browsing in a little fabric shop or gourmet food shop, that’s feeding the soul… otherwise get in get out and onto the drudgery of dealing with at home .
Chocolate is wasted calories I save for well, red wine
February 8th, 2009 at 10:54 pm
another kindred spirit here! I also don’t drink coffee. Anyone like that??
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November 15th, 2009 at 10:22 am
You must be the exception that proves the rule. Shopping’s all to do with how men and women evolved.
Here’s my take on it;
Hunters & Gatherers
I’ve added you to the blogroll by the way.