Shopping with My Wife

One thing I Dread more than anything else is going Clothes shopping with my wife. It’s not that I don’t like helping her buy new clothes. It’s just that I have no Fashion sense.

My wife always asks me, “What do you think of this one?” and I always answer with something like: “That’s nice” or “That Looks good on you.” That usually Satisfies her but sometimes I get Harder questions like, “Which one looks better, this one or the other one?” It’s a hard question to answer because Whichever one I pick, she will Follow up with the question I Dread the most: “Why?”

The truth is, I don’t know why. I don’t know if it’s because of the color, the Cut, the Hemline, or the Fit. I might have an idea but I can’t Put it into words.

One question I do know the answer to, though, is: “Do I look fat in this?” The answer to THAT question is always, always, “No!”

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Shopping with My Wife