So you want to take your relationship to the next level? Your feel ready, confident that your mind meld with the gf is valid and viable. You want to show her that you are a caring and thoughtful man, a guy who is not afraid to show his ‘softer’ side.
In other words, you are going to buy her a dress to wear this Friday night.
You are brave, my boy, and slightly foolish. But it can be done. Other men have done it, and survived.
You at least know better than to try and buy her shoes. No man in his right mind has ever attempted to buy a woman a pair of shoes. It can’t be done. The shoes will be too big, and the woman will come after you with a machete for suggesting she has big feet.
You also realize the futility of ever buying her perfume. This is an area that is so intimate for a woman that she may never tell you the name of her fragrance, merely arching an eyebrow and purring “wouldn’t you like to know?” Perhaps in forty years, when you both are applying for a pension, she may whisper the name of her perfume in your ear – but by then your will be hard of hearing and your ear will be full of hair to boot.
The same goes for makeup; you might as well try beating David Letterman at a watermelon seed spitting contest as try to please your gf with the purchase of a lipstick.
And you are not falling into the trap of buying her jewelry, at least not at this stage of the relationship. That time will come soon enough, so start practicing your signature for bank loans. But for now you are both carefree and slightly giddy with your affection and appreciation for each other. It is time to be daring, to boldly go where other men have had to go before. Forget the flowers and candy and pastel soap figurines. You wanna bring out the heavy artillery? Okay, pal, be my guest! Just listen to my advice, hard and bitterly won from my own romantic experience. When you deal with women’s apparel you are likely to think of something like Victoria’s Secret. Well, don’t. They are overpriced and have become a byword among women; a stale cliché that tells your gf that you have the tired imagination of a stoat.
What you need to do is go to a boutique blouse and dress shop, one that is not a box store nor a second hand store (we men have trouble visualizing anything else when it comes to clothing) and tell the comely young woman who asks if she can help you that you are looking for a dress for your girlfriend to wear Friday night. The nice young lady will give you a big smile, say that you are certainly a decent guy for taking such a romantic chance, and then begin showing you around the shop. She’ll ask your girlfriend’s size, and, of course, you won’t know it, so you’ll have to say that she’s “about your size, maybe a little bigger” and then you suggest that your comely clerk could not be anything but a petite, right?
She’ll blush, maybe giggle. You’ll look all manly and confused. And that’s when you’ll realize that you and your old gf are history. You are going to ask this gorgeous sales clerk out for Friday night. And tell the old gf you’ve got to work late, and don’t call me I’ll call you. And that’s how you buy a dress for your girlfriend . . .
About the author: Tim Torkildson ran a marriage bureau in Thailand for several years, putting Western men together with Thai women. Today he is a free-lance blogger on fashion, working for such boutiques http://bohme.com
You at least know better than to try and buy her shoes. No man in his right mind has ever attempted to buy a woman a pair of shoes. It can’t be done. The shoes will be too big, and the woman will come after you with a machete for suggesting she has big feet.
You also realize the futility of ever buying her perfume. This is an area that is so intimate for a woman that she may never tell you the name of her fragrance, merely arching an eyebrow and purring “wouldn’t you like to know?” Perhaps in forty years, when you both are applying for a pension, she may whisper the name of her perfume in your ear – but by then your will be hard of hearing and your ear will be full of hair to boot.
The same goes for makeup; you might as well try beating David Letterman at a watermelon seed spitting contest as try to please your gf with the purchase of a lipstick.
And you are not falling into the trap of buying her jewelry, at least not at this stage of the relationship. That time will come soon enough, so start practicing your signature for bank loans. But for now you are both carefree and slightly giddy with your affection and appreciation for each other. It is time to be daring, to boldly go where other men have had to go before. Forget the flowers and candy and pastel soap figurines. You wanna bring out the heavy artillery? Okay, pal, be my guest! Just listen to my advice, hard and bitterly won from my own romantic experience. When you deal with women’s apparel you are likely to think of something like Victoria’s Secret. Well, don’t. They are overpriced and have become a byword among women; a stale cliché that tells your gf that you have the tired imagination of a stoat.
What you need to do is go to a boutique blouse and dress shop, one that is not a box store nor a second hand store (we men have trouble visualizing anything else when it comes to clothing) and tell the comely young woman who asks if she can help you that you are looking for a dress for your girlfriend to wear Friday night. The nice young lady will give you a big smile, say that you are certainly a decent guy for taking such a romantic chance, and then begin showing you around the shop. She’ll ask your girlfriend’s size, and, of course, you won’t know it, so you’ll have to say that she’s “about your size, maybe a little bigger” and then you suggest that your comely clerk could not be anything but a petite, right?
She’ll blush, maybe giggle. You’ll look all manly and confused. And that’s when you’ll realize that you and your old gf are history. You are going to ask this gorgeous sales clerk out for Friday night. And tell the old gf you’ve got to work late, and don’t call me I’ll call you. And that’s how you buy a dress for your girlfriend . . .
About the author: Tim Torkildson ran a marriage bureau in Thailand for several years, putting Western men together with Thai women. Today he is a free-lance blogger on fashion, working for such boutiques http://bohme.com
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