The Spousal Unit does not dress up. It’s hard to get him to wear anything except a hunting shirt and jeans…. and a button up shirt and tie…unheard of. He usually gives me a couple dates a year where he lets me pick his outfit and an event to wear them. Well, The BRTC Gala this past Saturday night was my first of the year and I was primed and ready to roll. I went into his closet and found the dress clothes section way in the back, tucked behind 6 varieties of camo and some gun t-shirts. Way…Way in the back. I found a nice blue shirt for him, basically the only dress shirt he owns and then found him some nice black dress pants. SCORE! He will look sharp in these. I rush around, showing farms in the morning, then hair appointment for me and then home to get his clothes ironed, trim his hair and get us both ready for the event. He hadn’t worn these pants before that I had known of and to tell you the truth, I actually didn’t even know where they came from. People sometimes get him dress clothes for Christmas that end up long forgotten in the back of the closet so I assumed these were from that scenario. He gets his shirt on, complaining the entire time that this was just unnatural and then goes for the tie. I have to give him props on the tie. He Googled how to do it and followed step by step until it was perfectly tied around his neck. “Choking him to death” he added, but nonetheless, tied it handsomely. The next step was to get him in his dress pants and what he refers to as his “ugly” shoes. If it doesn’t track through mud and is cold resistant up to 32 degrees below zero, he’d just as soon go barefoot. Too bad Jack…This is my night, buckle up. He then steps into his black dress pants, zips and buttons them and turns to face the mirror. “I hate these” he proclaimed. I told him that he was just not used to wearing dress pants and they were fine. He makes a model turn in front of the mirror and once again tells me they weren’t right. They were uncomfortable, they looked bad and he was not crazy about the flare on the bottom. I stepped back thinking that they did look a little different but I figured it was because I’m just not used to seeing him in anything so pressed and clean. I once again encouraged him and told him they looked fine. He continued to get ready with putting on his “ugly” shoes while mumbling under his breath something about “never again” followed with high hopes of a particular place freezing over. He then stood once again in front of the mirror and I have to admit, his pants looked plumb goofy. I said “Fine, wear the khakis.” His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning and he then set the record on six continents for fastest pants removed. Feeling somewhat defeated, I handed him the backup pants and picked the black ones up off the floor to hang in the closet. While folding them I saw the label sewn in the waistband that said “GAP WOMAN”. Ahhhhh…makes sense now. On one hand….. YAY! I found a pair of dress pants I had forgotten I had…. But, on the other hand….They fit my husband. Hold me…..
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 11:35:28 +0000