So. I’ve recycled myself a fella. I’ve known him for nearly a decade and we’ve been a couple quite a few times over that period. This time though, we’ve both come at this relationship from a very different place to any other time and it seems to be working. So much so that he keeps referring to me as his Mrs-to-be. We’ll see.
As it’s nearly Christmas I asked him what he’d like for a present. His first reply was “Whatever you want to buy me”. Yeah, that’s helpful. So I asked again and he eventually replied “Work clothes”. WHAT?! Bear in mind, sensible and comfortable is where it’s at with this man. Don’t even think of buying anything trendy… he’s not 20, you know! (He has, thankfully, toned down how often he wears trackie bottoms when I’m around.) Ok, so he’s closer to 50 than 40 but that doesn’t mean he can’t be trendy. We also live about 70 miles apart so I really don’t get to see what he wears to work as we only visit on weekends. I just have a vague idea of what he MIGHT deem acceptable.
I would love to take this man shopping and show him that trendy does not equate to wearing your jeans below your bum cheeks, (not that he’d actually ever wear jeans. He’s so very set in his ways).
No tight fitting ANYTHING (tighty whitey’s are out then), very specific sizing. No chest size, just shoulder to shoulder. Who measures like that?! I’ve been informed that I’ll need a tape measure to buy him a shirt. Do I look like a tailor? Stubborn, much?!
I can’t condemn him entirely for the way he is with regards to his togs. We may be more similar than I originally realised. When he suggested buying me a short dress, I felt a moment of terror and insisted I’d need to be 100% happy with the outcome before venturing out in public wearing it. If I dare to wear a dress it has to be ankle length or with leggings underneath. He is of the opinion that if HE finds it attractive on me then I should just put it on and wear it regardless. Oh, how I laughed! I haven’t failed to notice those rules do not go both ways. His opinion of my legs is far better than mine but then, that’s why I asked him for my favourite perfume and not clothes. I certainly don’t have the legs to pull off a dress as short as this one, which I think is what he has in mind.
What have I let myself in for? This is such a minefield. I have the opportunity to buy this man some great clothes, make him look a bit trendier and show him that I’ve got fabulous taste, thereby opening the gates for me to buy him clothes in the future without him freaking out that I’m trying to make him look an overgrown teenager and relegating said clothes to the charity shop. I’m feeling the responsibility to get it right or I’ll lose my say on his wardrobe forever. And that just isn’t an option if I’m considering marrying the bloke!
Why couldn’t he just ask for a nice simple Black & Decker drill? Oh, the pressure!!!