Sunday, April 15, 2007

Shopping with a man

I've often heard women complain that their husbands hate to shop with them and vice versa. I don't blame men. They shop like there's a competition going on, get in- grab it- get the hell out and go get some nachos and a beer. We like to take our time, touch, try on, check out everything. What if the very thing we've been dreaming of buying is right there in that store and we miss it? The sun could melt, the Earth could explode!

I am not the most patient person in the world and I'm spoiled(not in a bad way, I'm not a brat. I'm just very lucky, I always have been). My husband, for whatever reason, has decided to take up golfing. This means he needs the good stuff. Besides mini-golf as a teen, I've never golfed in my life and have zero desire to start now. But I'm always happy when he finds something new to do because his very existence on this planet is to surf and Florida doesn't provide year round big waves like California or Hawaii. So he gets really hyper when he hasn't been surfing for a while and drives me crazy. Golf will be something extra for him to do. I had no idea that there were a thousand different kinds of golf clubs to choose from and don't even get me started on the prices-let's just say, I'd rather buy some really nice shoes but this is for him. We were in the sport's equipment store(or whatever the hell those places are called) for about 20 minutes looking at golf clubs when I started to get impatient. The way I feel in those places can only be described by bringing up the image of the little kid in the long line at the bank with his mommy screaming to leave, the promise of a lollipop isn't even good enough....

Like any doting wife or girl friend, if asked, I can come up with a gazillion reasons why I love my husband. Today I discovered one more. Strange that I would do so in the golf equipment section but that's ok. I thought about the countless times I made him wait for me to try on every single article of clothing in every single store. When I come out of the dressing room, he's always there with a patient smile on his face, full of compliments, glad that I've found something I like. He doesn't complain that I've taken forever and that I have fifty of the same kind of whatever I just tried on hanging in my closet(both statements would be true). He's simply happy that we're out together on a beautiful day and that I'm having fun. And then he'll ask if I'm ready to head out and get some nachos.

So instead of rolling my eyes at how long he was taking or pointing out how ridiculously expensive his new hobby is going to be, I, too smiled patiently and was happy that we were out together on a beautiful day and that he was having fun. And waited for him to say he was ready to get out of there and get some nachos.

8 comments:

Courtney said...

Dan is the same way with me when shopping, I'd say we're both pretty lucky!

MsLittlePea said...

I guess we can keep them around for a little while!

Laurie said...

What a touching post. You are lucky and he is lucky. :)

super des said...

That's very sweet.
:)

Me & my guy are the same way.

Shanshu said...

Sounds like you nailed the reason boys and girls don't like to shop together! It's nice that you were able to be so inner-observant and not be too impatient.

So...did you get nachos, or what?

anne said...

Your upbeat attitude makes me smile. Thank you for that! It's heartlifting (is that a word?) to read about your relationship with your husband.

I've never been the shopping type, not even when I was a teenager, and I'm even worse now. I suppose I'm kind of like a standard guy in that way - bolt into the store, rifle as quickly as possible through the choices, agonize as quickly as possible in front of the horrible, horrible mirrors under the horrible, horrible lighting in the dressing room, hit the cash register, and skedaddle out of the place!

MsLittlePea said...

We did get nachos and they were good!

That's one clever little Yvonne said...

Aww what a nice marriage. Although if you were a really good wife you'd move to California or Hawaii so he could surf his life away.