a little shopping
I’m sure I’ve already mentioned that I’m not much of a shopper. Ali is even less of a shopper. Together we are two people who should NOT go shopping.
And yet we did exactly that last week.
Our shopping excursion was the result of the following: I was in NY and had some time on my hands, I had a gift card to Saks 5th Ave burning a hole in my wallet, Saks was only a 5 minute walk from our hotel, and since Ali had no more meetings, calls, or unanswered emails left to address, he insisted on joining me.
The painful 45 minutes went something like this:
Me: “What do you think of these jeans? Is the texture odd?”
Ali: “They look okay to me.”
Me: “Do they look good or just okay?”
Ali: “Is there a difference?”
Me: “Yes there is. The difference being that I don’t want to have a complex every time I wear them.”
Ali: “I’m not overly thrilled with them, if that’s what you’re asking. But if you like them then go for it.”
I’ll spare you the rest of our lengthy dressing room conversation and jump to the ending instead: I bought the jeans even though I know I’ll question my decision every time I wear them. I did this mostly because I knew there was a high probability I wouldn’t see the inside of a Saks again for months.
So if you ever see me wearing a pair of black, faux-suede jeans? Don’t be surprised if I awkwardly hit you up for your opinion.