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Will some perceptive women's clothing store ever realize how uncomfortable men are when their ladies are shopping for clothing? First you're standing on one foot, then holding the damned purse, trying to be invisible and patient, yada yada. How about a lounginga area with ESPN? We'd relax, be willing
to spend more time, be in less of a hurry to leave. Women might stay in the store all day...isn't that the point of marketing?
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Won't work because SHE demands HIS attention otherwise shopping is no fun. Only alternative would be one-on-one service where a store employee (female, don't want to make you jealous) poses as "best friend" and makes all the appropriate comments. - Actually that's something I have been halfbaking for a while already, escort service for women to go shopping. |
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[ishkibble] sounds like a rant. An understandable one, but a rant none the less. |
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Baked though ... I believe the ladies store Monsoon provides a little area for the gentlefolk to relax. No TV, but coffee and magazines on cars and hi-fis. Or similar. |
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I have a heard of a store (urban myth?) where you can drop your s.o. in a creche type of area where they can play to their hearts content until you collect them. personally I would abandon them there but thats another story. |
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Recently baked in a pub somwhere in the UK. Ladies who are shopward-bound drop off their men, pay a fiver or something and pick them up a coupla hours later. The boys get two pints, a hot meal and a choice of sports channels to watch. Sounds like a plan! |
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(I hardly ever shop for clothes and NEVER make my fella come with me. Once he came along *voluntarily* <gasp> and was brilliant. I couldn't believe it. He even looked for clothes for me and brought them to the changing room. I ended up buying what he had chosen. NB: My fella has not bought an item of clothing for himself (shoes excepted) in as long as I have known him (4 years) and probably longer. Most of his trousers now consist purely of multi-coloured patches.) |
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Baked. On one of the few times I consented to go shopping with my girlfriend I was pleasantly surprised in Oasis to find a row of massaging armchairs outside the fitting rooms for this purpose. |
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I have developed a healthy interest in sports [grayure] since I realised at some point in my teens that most boys are inordinately impressed by a girl who knows what the offside rule is and can make the odd useful comment about the football game ("liquid football!", "REF!", "we was robbed!" etc) or appreciate the beauty of a well-executed drop-goal*. |
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I realised about the same time that boys don't actually *know* about sport - they're bluffing. |
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*You have to make it look like it's the goal you appreciate and not the player's bum. |
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// It doesn't make any sense not to be interested in clothes if you are interested in the way women look when they wear them. // |
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By the same token would you expect men to be knowledgeable about cosmetics, women's footwear, hairdressing and hair care, depiliatory products, cosmetic surgery, not to mention fabric manufacture, yarn technology, the chemistry of dyestuffs, etc. Sometimes you just have to accept whether something looks good or bad without knowing all the ins and outs (and really I've no desire to learn about eyebrow plucking still less other sorts of hair removal.) |
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Can't blame you [kropotkin]. It's a terrible bore. When my other half makes fun of me for the beauty products I buy I remind him that, without them ,her would have a girlfriend with a moustache, Dennis Healey eyebrows, hairier legs than him, greasy hair, smelly pits etc. Then he shuts up. |
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you trying to wriggle out of this relationship, squeak? |
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Baked in the form of a mall. While the women shop, go across the aisle to the Mr. Bulky/Radio Shack/ FYE/ whathaveyou. |
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I definately think chairs should be mandatory items near changing rooms, but if you're removed to the point of watching TV then why are you there in the first place? |
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Never understood this problem. I enjoy shopping and spending time with someone important to me. |
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Hm, yeah, we already knew you were weird. |
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I can appreciate a certain amount of clothes shopping. I especially like jackets, though--probably because it takes so little time to put them on. |
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To boldly go where the crap's 90% off and drag me over there, too, and then wants out? Gets my vote. |
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At our local Wal-Mart, it seems that they went out of their way to make men uncomfortable while shopping with their significant other. There is only one lady's dressing room and it is smack-dab in the middle of the the lady's lingerie department. While your wife is in there trying on clothes, you are left to stand there by yourself among the bras and panties like some kind of pervert. To make a long story short, I give this idea a whole-hearted bun. |
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