Smart Husband?

So this past Saturday, Paul and I had a date day - we spent all day in Austin doing random shopping (didn't find anything, but it was okay because we weren't looking for anything in particular), and then we went to the Melting Pot (thanks for the gift card Rachel!), and then we went to the Alamo Drafthouse to see a movie (a movie that I'll never watch again, but that's beside the point).

So as I'm preparing for this day of fun, I decide I'll actually try to look like a girl, and wear a skirt. I put on my jean skirt, and then decided I'd try a shirt that was different from the norm - it was a light pink linen shirt from Malaysia (I obtained it via Paul's mom), that had a scoop neck with embroidered design in a bigger scoop pattern around the scoop neck. You can almost see what I'm talking about in the picture below (taken at the Melting Pot - the cheese fondue course). So I come out to the car ready to go - we get in the car, drive to Austin, and start our shopping and then eating, and then eating some more (at the movie). During the course of the day, I catch glimpses of myself in various mirrors in the stores - and from the side, I realize that this shirt makes me look pregnant. It is not form fitting, except in the arms, which is NOT what I want to emphasize. So I try to smooth it out, and press the shirt closer to my midsection, to try to prove that I do indeed have a waist, and I am NOT pregnant...all this to no avail. No matter what I do, this shirt is NOT flattering me at all. I don't say anything about this to Paul - I just continue to enjoy our day together trying to ignore all the perceived stares and questioning eyes that ask, "Is she pregnant?" (not really, but that's how I felt).

So then tonight (3 days later) as I was pulling out the laundry from the dryer (which happened to include this shirt), I mention to Paul that, "I think this shirt makes me look pregnant". Why a wife would make this statement to her husband, I don't know. It's asking for a disaster - at a minimum a short fight over a stupid topic (though Paul and I never fight since we both like to avoid confrontation), but this statement was asking for it.

What does my wonderful husband do? He smiles from ear to ear and is silent...SILENT. What a smart guy. He knew that if he agreed with me, I would hit him with the shirt, and start shooting ridiculous questions at him such as, "Why didn't you tell me I looked pregnant when I came out of the house in it?" (Which of course the answer to that is - "We were already 15 minutes late because you were primping and preening yourself, only to come out wearing that shirt, but I didn't have time for you to change shirts, or want to deal with the resulting dissatisfaction with every shirt in your wardrobe, that's why"). And he knew that if he disagreed with me and told me the shirt looked fine, that I'd believe him and wear it again!

I think I married the smartest guy on earth. And for once I'm going to acknowledge that and let the world know (at least the part of the world that is reading this). Other guys - married or unmarried, take note - you can't win these kinds of situations, so just keep silent (don't offer an opinion, regardless if you are right) - and your wife/girlfriend will think you are the smartest man on earth.

Now to the fun pictures of the Melting Pot experience. We actually went all out (almost) and got the cheese fondue, salad, and meat courses (we wer good and skipped the dessert since we were going to the movies afterward). We only took pictures of the cheese fondue - we felt silly even taking these photos, but oh well. It couldn't have been any worse than wearing an unflattering shirt all day long.

Notice the shirt that Paul is wearing - it's normal, fits right, and works with his skin tone...but then again almost every shirt that a guy puts on looks good. Guys have it so easy when it comes to wardrobe - the only thing that changes from generation to generation is how wide the collar is. Anyway...

That's all for now. If I think of it, I might get a picture of the whole shirt added to this blog so you can see the full picture of what I'm talking about. But even if I don't get that photo posted, I'm sure you can appreciate the wisdom that Paul exhibited in that brief (but crucial) moment in time.