Sep 09 2005
I must begin by saying that this common misconception that guys don’t like to shop is nothing but a bunch of crap. Honestly, who doesn’t like to spend money, waste time, and walk away with some useless piece of technology or outrageously priced pair of jeans, both made in the same factory by the same 10-year-old working for ten cents an hour in Malaysia? I know I do.
Shopping With A Male
The fact of the matter is that men do like shopping - they just don’t like shopping with women. Picture this: I call up a male friends and say, “Hey man, you fell like going to Gamestop for a while? I want to check out some new Xbox games. We can also grab some lunch at the mall - maybe Mexican?”
He’d ponder for a second, act cool, and nonchalantly say, “Ah, why not.” A slow day out and about browsing through a bunch of useless commodities is nothing short of splendid.
Shopping With A Female
But now let's look at the other side of the coin. Suppose it were a woman who was asking me to go for a day of shopping - a friend, a girlfriend, a sister - it makes no difference. That picture would like something like this:
“Hey! You know where we should go today? Shopping!! Before you can get a word in edgewise, she continues the shouting with, “Let's go to the mall - I need some new underwear. I also wanted to check out the new braw Victoria’s Secret came out with! You'll come with me, right?”
You sulk and say yes because lingerie shopping just isn’t your thing. But it's just getting started.
As you walk out the door, she blurts out, “I also need to get a bunch of clothes, because mine are so old!” It sounds as if her clothes are in a state of disrepair, yet she went clothes shopping the weekend before.
“After that I thought we could go to that Bath and Body store, cause my shampoo is killing my hair! And my skin is so dry. I need some cucumber-melon-avocado-tangerine body lotion!”
It’s too late to back out now - you already said you’d go. She lists countless other needs and “informs” you that you will be stopping at a whole list of other stores, but you have long ago stopped listening and you can’t stop wishing that you had the balls to tell her to “RELAX!” But you don’t, and off you drive to the mall. Sounds pretty darn exciting.
It’s Not Over Yet
But it only gets worse. Time dribbles away and you are annoyed with her constant chatter regarding nothing and nonsense. You wish she had the sense to quiet down for a minute, because to a guy, that is what shopping is about - getting out and about and just relaxing. Men aren’t much for turning shopping into a strategic assault on stores, maximizing the number-of-items-purchased-to-time-spent ratio.
A few hours slowly crawl by, and you finally get to the last store on her obnoxious list. You step on the cushy pink carpet of Victoria’s Secret, and your lady friend prances around picking up a variety of sexy bras and panties. You think to yourself, “Hey, this isn’t so bad - sexy panties!”
After fifteen minutes, your patience has dwindled and she's finally decided to leave the store, not having purchased a damn thing. Instead, she stops at Wal-Mart on the way home to pick of some granny-panties and some gray bras.
As you walk up to the register she squeaks out, “Oh dang! I left my purse in the car.” Her puppy dog eyes fall on your face and you pull out your wallet. Twenty dollar down the drain and you know she won’t be paying you back in any way, shape, or form.
I’ll take a rain check
Now, ask yourself - any guy who has the gumption to do so - how often would you like to go shopping with a woman? A laid back walk through the mall, maybe a stop at the arcade, and a few tacos - that I can handle. But shopping with a woman? Forget about it. Women… geez.