what's he thinking? {perfume}

poppy by coach

The other day I was on a search for new perfume.  I love the two perfumes that I currently use: Burberry Brit and Daisy.  So I was on the search for a new scent only to add something new to the rotation.  Very typical "I don't need it but would love to have it" shopping item. 

Rather than pick out something I like and commit to the $50+ purchase, I wanted to pick something up and take it for a test drive.  This is one of the reasons I like the area where I work - Sephora is within lunch time walking distance and, most importantly, they provide samples.  After sniffing my way through a variety of perfumes, I declared Poppy the winner.  

Now I get to the point of what's he thinking - because what does he really think about perfume?  Alan has never commented on my perfume.  In fact, he's never said it's too strong, what are you wearing, or anything otherwise.  Until I test drove Poppy.  For the first time ever, he commented.  It certainly wasn't his favorite and I'm mighty happy that Sephora provides samples.  Guess I'll have to stick to the approved scents for now.  

Have you ever purchased a perfume only to find out that your significant other hated it? Hopefully I'm not alone here!   

What's he thinking? {milk}

Here are the facts:

My husband consumes more food than I do.  Daily.  

I am an only child.  Therefore, I've never had to compete for food. 

The end result:

I asked Alan for some of my own, you-can't-have-this-because-I'm-not-sharing, food.  I realize I sound like a complete brat.  Please forgive me and try to understand.  My parents never forced me to finish my plate.  They also never forced me to share my food.  I grew up to be a bit like Joey Tribbiani who also refused to share.  However, I have evolved.  I now enjoy sharing bites of food at dinner.  It is no longer trying or traumatic.

Alan drinks a serious amount of milk each week so I have to say I'm pretty impressed that he got a separate milk jug for me, complete with a label.  He also labeled a box of chocolate, chewy bars for me which was sweet considering my love for chocolate.  And yet his hands are the only ones that have been in there.  At least we're trying.  

The Nothing Box

Every man has a nothing box.  If there is one thing you need to understand about your significant other, it is that this does exist and that they can truly sit still doing absolutely nothing.  Shocking for women who make multi-tasking a normal and regular occurrence. 

The nothing box is wonderfully described by Mark Gungor in this YouTube clip.  His video explains how men think differently, how they can sit and think about absolutely nothing, and this all helps to explain one more baffling piece of the male species.  My husband's nothing box is the PS3.  He owns two games that I'm aware of: Fifa soccer (the newest nothing box) and Madden (the older, most used nothing box).  Alan can sit, stand and fist pump over these games for multiple hours on end.  They are relaxing and mind numbing and yet, I hate them. 

I have learned that every man retreats to their nothing box on occasion.  Let them.  They need it just like we need a good manicure.  I have also learned that while men are consumed within the nothing box, they think of nothing else around them.  You will survive.  But, just like wine, there is a limit.  And no, you cannot go into the nothing box because then it would not be the nothing box.  

Let me know if you enjoy the clip!   

What's he thinking? {toilet paper}

Cottonelle

My husband thinks we go through toilet paper too quickly.  I think it's just right.

My husband thinks five squares is enough to do your big business.  I think that's terribly inadequate.

My husband was a Marine who deployed three times (once with the Marine Corps, twice as a contractor).  He went days without basic hygiene, had to do his big business in a bag at small FOBs, and was happy when packages from home contained baby wipes and mini rolls of TP.

I like my creature comforts.  I guess we'll have to agree to disagree on the usage of TP.

Day #61 {What's he thinking?}

What does he really think about hair?  

In less than 60 days, I've worn my hair in a variety of different ways.  I've worn it down straight and down wavy, I've worn it up for the wedding and up in a fun 'do I did myself, I've worn it totally messy, in a bun, in a ponytail, with a headband, and more.  You get the idea.  So what does Alan really think of my hair?

... He doesn't care.  And not because he's mean or doesn't notice.  He does, at least sometimes.  It's just that there is only one requirement he maintains: don't cut it short.  I'm learning that men have very few requirements about your hair and you should pay attention.  Because while he really doesn't give a flip about my hair, he still thinks I'm gorgeous even when I think I look terrible.  And because he thinks I'm sexy even when I think I'm far from it, I will keep my hair long despite humidity and every other unkind element out there.

Day #53: What's he thinking?

There are so many times when I wonder, what is my husband thinking?  One of those instances happens when I wonder if he likes lingerie.  The answer: my husband simply does not care.  Matching underwear, baby dolls, and anything in between, none of it really matters.  Honestly, no matter what color underwear I'm wearing, it still looks like Christmas to him.

What I do know about my husband's thought process: when he sees any lingerie, he thinks he's getting lucky and that matters more than the color, shape, or cut of lingerie.

La Perla {silk-chiffon}