What is it about men and their insatiable appetite for the latest Playstation, TV screen, drumset, Macbook? I mean honestly. When a woman wants something, she goes out and buys the damn thing. No browsing for hours on the internet, no humming and harring about the best deal, no. We go out and get the damn thing. Yes, we may not know anything about the brand apart from the fact that it's a 'red one' (to use the old cliche) but we're happy. In short, we don't waste time.
Men, however, are a different kettle of fish. My dearest boyfriend is a prime example. Buying things is his favourite thing to do it seems. But it's not only the buying of objects, but the entire process itself. Firstly, he gets it into his head that he wants a particular item. A new duvet, for example. Not a particularly manly example there, but he likes his creature comforts. Now that's all very well, but he (and this is no joke)took about three weeks from the initial process of research, pricing, reading reviews on whether a duck feather duvet is better than a goose feather one, (and emailing me constantly at work to ask my opinion) to actually buying it. He finally settled on a good old M&S combi duvet. You'd think it would have ended there. But no, he then proceeded to get excited about the fact that it was a combi duvet and proceed to demonstrate it to me for the first three nights we slept under it.
He does this for everything. TV's, TV brackets (he actually sent me a link so I could see it, asking me my opinion. I replied 'it's a lovely bracket dear') and actually, anything you can think of. He's the internet shopkeeper's dream come true.
I had to buy him a duvet cover the other day. Guess what happened? I went to the shop, saw one that looked nice and bought it. Simple as.
1 comments:
Ah, well, does he like it! And good gracious he and Dad should get on well.
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