I can’t speak for all guys, but I’m sure it’s most. We don’t like to shop! I was reminded of that tonight because I went shopping.
Let me backtrack a second. I’m living in a hotel Monday through Friday while my studio is constructed (mostly waiting for gear to arrive). I packed light. Just suits, shirts, shoes. Nothing casual and no backups.
This afternoon I noticed the sole was separating from my right shoe!
One pair. They fit. I bought. Simple. I was in-and-out of the mall in five minutes!
Someone bring smelling salts to my daughter. That last paragraph probably caused her to faint.
“Dinner,” I said.
Chris took pity. I left the store with shrimp sushi and a “Mango Tango” smoothie.
My entire shopping spree was over in under a half hour. It was hell on Earth. I’m not built for shopping.