It seems that whenever I make an attempt to look cute, it backfires in the form of an extremely honest comment from my husband.
Alright…he doesn’t actually say anything…but I’ve become quite skilled at seeing past the blank, confused stares and decoding what he’s actually thinking.
Here are a few examples:
The ironic thing is that Scott is extremely fashion forward. You’d think he’d understand my attempts to experiment with clothing and accessories.
Luckily, I’m pretty confident in my fashion choices. I also firmly believe you should dress to please yourself, not your husband.
Plus, it’s not like Scott never gives me compliments or anything. He tells me I look nice all the time…it just usually happens when I’m not actually trying to look attractive. Why, just this morning he told me he loved my outfit.
He then proceeded to completely freak me out.
Here’s a recap of our conversation while I drove him to work this morning:
Scott: I like that sweatshirt.
Me: Really? Uh…thanks.
Scott: Where did you get it?
Me: It’s just a cheapey I picked up at Old Navy while I was back in Seattle. It’s comfy.
Scott: Could I get one?
Scott: Can we get one of those for me?
Me: Wait…you want one? Like, to wear?
Scott: I would pay fifty dollars for one. (This was said in a very strange yet gentle Southern accent that made me question whether he was actually being serious.)
Me: Are you kidding? Or do you truly want one of these sweatshirts?
Scott: I’m serious. I want one.
Me: You realize this is a woman’s sweatshirt.
Scott: You can’t tell, though.
Me: It has three-quarter length sleeves.
Scott: I always roll my sleeves up anyway.
At this point, we started discussing something else. I think it was kittens, but I’m not entirely sure.
At the end of the day, I still can’t tell if he was serious or not. I think what he was trying to say is that he would like the men’s equivalent of the crew neck sweatshirt I was wearing.
Yet I can’t help but feel slightly disturbed by the fact that he’s considering purchasing women’s clothing.
Women’s clothing from Old Navy, nonetheless.
I mean, if you’re going to start dressing in drag, you should at least start with a few nice staples from Nordstrom before diving into the murky depths of the Old Navy activewear section.
On the bright side, at least he didn’t ask me to buy him a pair of the yoga pants I was wearing.
Apologies for the visual.
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