Okay, look. I'm a guy. I am not metrosexual, nor am I suave or debonaire. I'm a bit of a slob. Now, that doesn't mean I'm dirty or I trash other people's stuff. I'm very respectful of others. I just don't spend a lot of time on my own appearance.
So what if there's a little cheese stain on my shirt? So what if my jeans have bleach splatter? It's just clothes.
|This is what I like to wear.|
My wife hates my taste in clothing. I'd rather wear a long sleeve, button down shirt with a tank top underneath and slacks.
|This is what my wife|
wants me to wear.
She'd rather I dress 'younger' in t-shirts, jeans, & the like. It took her a while, but most of my button downs and slacks are gone. Now I wear colorful T’s & blue jeans. Thanks, honey.
Yes, guys, I gave in. What else was I supposed to do?
That isn't to say my wife dresses me. For the most part, I still pick out my own clothes... She just gives me THE LOOK if I pick something out she doesn't like. Then it's: Well, I'll just put that shirt right back on the hanger. How's this one?
|This is how my wife|
saw me on the 1st date. ;)
When my wife first met me, I wore a white button down shirt, pocket full of pens, black dress slacks, and (slightly) worn dress shoes. She probably thought I was uptight. Now I pretty much dress how she wants me to.
I still don't see what's wrong with that cheese stain, though.
No, I'm not throwing out that perfectly good shirt! It's just a little grease!
Yes, dear. Right in the trash.