Christmas Shopping to the extreme.

frau kaleun · 12-09-13, 07:12 PM

I shop like a dude. I like to know what I want and where it is, get in, get it, and get out. I *hate* clothes shopping because it almost always involves a lot of browsing through store after store, the endless lugging of stuff into fitting rooms only to find out that it doesn't fit or I don't like it on me - ugh.

Regarding the "holding the purse" thing, lol, my dad had an interesting take on that. When I was growing up and in my 20s still living at home my mom would often want to go shopping for a few hours when we all went out to eat or just for... I dunno, fun?

Since she usually drove due to my dad's medical condition, he didn't have a whole lot of say in the matter, lol. So we would end up in some mall and I can remember going into to try on dresses in some ladies' shop and my dad would always hold my purse.

But he wouldn't just "hold my purse," he would put it under his arm (I carried little clutch bags back then) just like a lady would, and then browse around in the displays near the fitting room like he was shopping for something. Picture it: a 60ish, 6'4" tall, ~200 lb former Charles Atlas bodybuilder, holding a little zebra print clutch bag under one arm, browsing through the clothes racks at a ladies' dress shop, like there was nothing at all unusual about it. I never knew he did that until I came out of the fitting room unexpectedly one time and caught him. He knew what a sight he was too, and was totally doing it on purpose. But that was Dad - you had to love him. Something most men consider a horrible chore, he turned into a private joke being played on anyone else who wandered into the shop.

12-09-13, 07:12 PM	#10
frau kaleun Rear Admiral Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Skyri--oh who are we kidding, I'm probably at Lowe's. Again. Posts: 12,706 Downloads: 168 Uploads: 0	I shop like a dude. I like to know what I want and where it is, get in, get it, and get out. I hate clothes shopping because it almost always involves a lot of browsing through store after store, the endless lugging of stuff into fitting rooms only to find out that it doesn't fit or I don't like it on me - ugh. Regarding the "holding the purse" thing, lol, my dad had an interesting take on that. When I was growing up and in my 20s still living at home my mom would often want to go shopping for a few hours when we all went out to eat or just for... I dunno, fun? Since she usually drove due to my dad's medical condition, he didn't have a whole lot of say in the matter, lol. So we would end up in some mall and I can remember going into to try on dresses in some ladies' shop and my dad would always hold my purse. But he wouldn't just "hold my purse," he would put it under his arm (I carried little clutch bags back then) just like a lady would, and then browse around in the displays near the fitting room like he was shopping for something. Picture it: a 60ish, 6'4" tall, ~200 lb former Charles Atlas bodybuilder, holding a little zebra print clutch bag under one arm, browsing through the clothes racks at a ladies' dress shop, like there was nothing at all unusual about it. I never knew he did that until I came out of the fitting room unexpectedly one time and caught him. He knew what a sight he was too, and was totally doing it on purpose. But that was Dad - you had to love him. Something most men consider a horrible chore, he turned into a private joke being played on anyone else who wandered into the shop.