Weekend Shopping

Last weekend was nothing special. We cleaned our house, went to church, played badminton, rested, etc etc. But we did something that many husband & wife have stopped doing together. We did something that many couples have shared a silent agreement to do alone without the partner due to one simple reason: men still want to survive.
Yes, we did the impossible, we did shopping together.

I am not talking about the harmless shopping for groceries or things for the house, I am talking about shopping for clothes. Many couples have given up doing this together because what usually happens is the wife does the selecting, for both of them, and the husband just stands around and try to look interested in the clothes while he actually tries very hard to take a peek at the bra ads poster without the wife knowing (note to husbands: The wife knows, really, they do, somehow).

So what naturally happens when a wife is asking the husband to go shopping is the husband stands up and bravely tells the wife straight to her face, ”Honey, I think I am sick” Then pretends he collapses for three hours.

But we did shopping together yesterday. It’s tiring, but we did it. We went to Orchard road and look at many clothes without having to complain about a thing, thanks to my patience, determination and understanding. And to the games on my phone.
Yes, now that I have many games on my phone, I could just stand beside her while she made comments on the clothes and I just said, “Yes” then continued playing. And she sometimes did not notice that I was busy playing (women only notice when you look at other girls or bra posters). So we happily strolled down the Orchard Road together.
So guys, that’s the recipe for happy married shopping. The women selecting and trying out clothes, and the men shooting laser to the Evil Zomba from planet Xorknia.