The Things I Do For Women
Ahh, the things I do for women. Today after I got out of work (at 3pm - short hours just before the holiday), I get a phone call from what sounds like four frantic girls. Yep, tis true. Girls do in fact call me occasionally. Shocking. Anyway… my female friends somehow decided amongst themselves that they wanted to buy pick out some new clothes for me to wear when we all go out for new year's eve. Why? Who knows… the female mind is a complex thing that no one really understands.
So we eventually end up at Aeropostale. That store is unbelievably ridiculous preppy. It's one of those stores where you'd think they have a requirement that you be carrying a skateboard and have a sweater around your waist to be able to enter. No sooner do we get in the store than the girls start throwing clothes at me and shove escort me into a dressing room. I suppose the term “room” is used fairly loosely there - felt much more like a closet than a room. They start almost barking commands at me, something along the lines of “let's see you try on those jeans with that shirt under that jacket nnnnmmmmmmrrrrrrzzzzz.” That's about where I couldn't understand their babbling anymore. You try clothes-shopping with four girls and see how well you do.
So I comply as best as I can as quickly as I can to avoid certain death. I manage to shove myself into the clothes they wanted, and then open the door for the show. Do the spin, lift the shirt some, spin around again, consult the mirror, ask the people waiting for the person in the next dressing closet room, etc. Then repeat with a different set of clothes. Ugh. Shopping is so much fun.
I end up being conned into convinced to buy a pair of nice khaki cargo pants and some kind of light jacket thing. I honestly dont know what to call this thing. A shacket? A jirt? It's not really either one of them. Jill claims it's a “casual polyester jacket” or, my favorite, “a fashionable jacket.” Clearly, she must have misspoken; she must have meant “impractical.” A common error. Really, I'm just a nice-jeans-and-a-comfortable-sweatshirt kind of guy. But I guess I look decent in these things. Apologies for the shoddy photo work… the camera wouldn't hold still in a position I could get the whole picture in. I'll have a better picture after New Years' Eve.
The important thing is that there were four girls (whose opinion on clothing I guess I respect) all drooling over me in these ridiculous amazing clothes. That was fun. Gotta love being the object of admiration for at least three single girls (one of them is already married and out of my age range anyway), as well as the few girls that were passing by the area and caught the show. Fun times.
So yeah. This ended up being one of those “here's what I did today” posts that I hate so much, but it was a fun(ny) experience that I felt like sharing. I definitely needed to have a good time after the week I've been having thus far. Ahh, women and the things I do for them.