Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts
Outside the door of any change room in a shop. Outside any clothes shop. Outside the fitting rooms of a fancy dress shop… there is a chair.
They call it the boy chair. And quite so appropriately too.
When my brother was younger my parents took him everywhere they went on weekends, because they didn’t want to leave a kid of his age, alone at home. They usually took me as well. But usually, my mum wanted me to go clothes shopping with her. And she would bring my brother.
My brother hated it and would whinge and complain. He hated waiting for my mum and I to try clothes on and for my mum to pick out the best clothes. My brother hated it with a passion. My mum takes quite some time picking out clothes. I don’t blame her – you gotta be a happy customer and be satisfied with what you’re buying, especially when you are going to wear it time and time again.
My brother would whinge and complain, “Can we go home already?”
Then again, I don’t blame my brother either. Most boys don’t like clothes shopping, and that’s a fact. When boys go shopping, it’s a fact that they spend less time shopping than women. They shop quicker. But then again, did you know that it’s a fact that women spend more time thinking about their purchases, keeping in mind the prices and quality? Women like to shop around.
Even if they do… I have to admit, even if we take just ten minutes buying a dress, boys get bored. Usually when I go out with James and want to browse, I take forever to look through jewellery or accessories, and James just chooses to sit on the “boy chair” outside.
Today, Vicky, Ryan and I went to the markets and to the shops. As usual, out of boredom, since we had a few hours to spare. The lecture this morning was surprisingly really interesting. But during our break we shopped around.
Vicky was looking for a pair of skinny jeans. 😧 She seriously looks good in most clothes I see her in, but she wears straight leg jeans most of the time or ones that flare out a bit. She wanted ones to wear with boots.
We searched through quite a few stores. Ryan was just standing there a little out of place. 😛 One of the stores didn’t have a boy chair. 😆 He told me about his experiences shopping with his mum.
See, can’t blame guys for being uninterested. 😛
Afterwards Vicky and I went into another store and Ryan chose to wait outside and sit down. LOL. Boys just don’t like shopping.