It’s that time of year again: the annual trip to Arlington to watch the Texas Rangers play a couple of games. Every year for the past three years I, along with several buddies, have taken this “guys trip” and enjoyed it immensely.
This year we’re playing the trip a little differently: we’re taking the wives and kids.
I, for one, am very excited to take DLG to her first big league baseball game. I doubt she’ll remember any of it… but I’m determined to make her one of those “cool” chicks (at least cool to me) who really enjoys the classic game of baseball.
Bunny will not be going to either game… she’ll be watching DLG for one game and shopping with the girls during the second one. That’s fine… I’ll win her over eventually… when Hell freezes over.
Anyway… we started the immensely fascinating job of packing this evening and I was once again blindsided by the ever-widening gap that transcends Bunny and I’s taste in clothes.
Don’t get me wrong… my wife is a spectacular dresser. She up-to-date on what’s cool and fabulous and when it’s her turn to go out on the town while I stay home with DLG she doesn’t have to spend a dime for drinks, cover charges or parking. Don’t believe what people tell you… having a trophy wife is really all it’s chalked up to be.
But herein lies a problem! For all the times that Bunny looks fantastic in her glitzy top, designer jeans and Cleopatra-esque make-up… I crave to see her in a ball cap and pony-tail with no makeup, a t-shirt and workout pants!
Bunny dressed up. Yes. Nothin’ wrong with that.
I should let you know that I tried for a significant amount of time to try and find a picture of Bunny with a t-shirt on and WAS UNABLE TO FIND ONE!!! So I won’t have the “opposite” picture of the one posted above so you’ll have to use your imagination.
She asked me to help her pick out some stuff for our trip and I came out of the closet with a couple t-shirts. One of them was this yellow t-shirt that she “hated”… but when she tried it on I was seriously smitten. She looked awesome. Of course she doesn’t believe me but it’s fantastically true! She doesn’t need all that glitz to tighten my pants.
On the flip side… what turns me on turns her off. I’m a t-shirt dude. I hate shopping for clothes at the Gap or Express for Men. I enjoy buying those $10 Marvel t-shirts at Target.
Papa K dressed up?
… or dressed down in my fantastic Marvel t-shirt?
Case in point: for Christmas every year I buy Bunny a t-shirt and she buys me a dressy shirt or sweater.
So… men are from Mars and women are from Venus blah blah blah blah blah… what’s my point?
I don’t really have one… I really wanted to see if this phenomenon reached outside our household and to other married (or engaged, or dating or whatever) homes.
So to recap, while I think my wife is sexy all the time… I wish I’d see her dressed down more often and vice versa in her thoughts regarding me.
How’s it work for you guys?