Shopping: A [not so] scientific study on the habits of men and women
Last Friday I convinced Lee to pick me up from the office so we could go shopping for some new clothes for me. I can’t tell you how thrilled he was by this. But he did it anyway.
I wanted to get a few new shirts. I’m tired of wearing the same damn old shirt every time I go out with my friends. I’m sure the girls are starting to think they might need to turn me in to What Not To Wear for a complete makeover (not that I’d complain about that).
Lee and I rarely shop together. (1) Because I hate shopping. And (2) because I usually buy everything online. I have a bit of an Amazon and oldnavy.com addiction. So it wasn’t until we stepped in to the store that I realized…we have absolutely nothing in common when it comes to clothes.
Lee would pick up a plain t-shirt and say, “this is nice.” And I’d be all, “it’s a t-shirt.” I’d pick up a nice top and he’d wrinkle up his face and go, “Umm…there’s so much green in it.” (Even though it only had one small spot of green in it.)
It got to the point where I just started ignoring him and picked out whatever I liked.
Today I wanted to head back out to the store for another shirt. I need a green shirt for St. Patrick’s Day next week. Lee said, “I bet I could pull AT LEAST 5 green shirts out of your closet.” I shook my head no. “Your old softball shirt with paint stains on it doesn’t count.”
But before he would take me to Maurices, we had to stop at Menards. It was at Menards that I realize we are exactly the same. Just about different things.
We started looking at the tile. I kid you not, Lee picked up every single tile to inspect it. “Do you like this? How about this one? Or this one?” I was ready to scream, “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST PICK UP A BOX OF TILE AND LET’S GO.”
Later we found ourselves in front of the grout. There was sanded grout and unsanded grout. And it came in many different colors. We stood in front of the grout for a good 20 minutes while Lee called a couple of friends to find out which grout was best; sanded or unsanded. Then we had to decide on a color. What was our choice? White.
Seriously?!? And he gets on my case for taking to long to shop for a shirt when he spends 20 minutes picking out grout. Come on.
And don’t even get me started on how long it took to pick out just the right filter for the ShopVac.
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Momilies Said,
March 13, 2009 @ 5:36 pm
You ain’t got NUTTIN’ on me. I am married to a Libra. He can’t make up his damned mind no matter what!
Here’s a typical trip.
Hubby: While we’re out, can we stop at Walmart? I need a shirt for _________ (some event or other).
Me:
We start in the men’s department where he meticulously goes through every shirt in the department looking for “just the right thing.” He finally finds it. He puts in the cart. So we’re at Walmart, I realize we could use another bottle of shampoo and some q-tips, so we make our way that direction, but making stops in between. More correctly, HE makes stops in between. I keep getting to the next aisle and realize he isn’t behind me. Meh. I wait for him to catch up. Somewhere around the garden department, he takes the shirt out of the cart and looks at it.
Hubby: I don’t like this. [he puts it on whatever shelf is closest, now that we are yards and yards away from the men's department]
Me: I KNEW this would happen. Next time you want something, you go by yourself. THAT’S a half hour of my life I’ll never get back!
That’s what living with a Libra is like. Count your blessings.