Hubby wanted to beef up his wardrobe a bit, so we headed out today to the clothes store outlets in Lee, Massachusetts, about an hour or so drive from Albany. It was a beautiful day for a drive and one must walk outside from store to store, so we actually got a little exercise, fresh air and sun while Jeffrey shopped.
I am not one of those gays that enjoys shopping. I like to have a plan and goal, go where I’m going, get what I need and get out. (Much like anonymous sexual encounters…he he he.) Even when I shop for my own clothes, I do a fast and furious roundabout in the store, zeroing in on the sale racks, and do a very cursory and quick look to see if there’s anything I like, then move on. I do not mull stuff over and so I am a quick and efficient shopper. I enjoy shopping less when I am solely “along for the ride” as it was today. With nothing to focus on, (shopping for clothes for me,) I get bored and restless easy. The iPhone comes in handy during such times as these.
Please understand, I love my husband and was happy to take the car trip and accompany him as he shopped. If I didn’t love him, if he didn’t rate as highly as he does, if he didn’t always come along when I shop for things that don’t interest him (comics, my clothes, low fiber and low residue foods, a richer husband who could keep me in the lifestyle to which I’d like to be accustomed, etc.) I would not have willingly and gladly gone along to keep him company. I’m just saying it is not something I get great joy out of, so this was yet another example of my unconditional and undying love as a dutiful spouse.
However, my spirits were lifted for a moment when I saw an old friend sitting in his parked car. I may have startled him a bit when I jumped in the passenger side to say hello, but he was wearing a mask so any look of surprise was completely hidden:
We then headed home to pass away the remainder of the evening by doing things to distract us from the impending, dreaded, Monday morning. I invited Spidey to come home with us, but he had some crime fighting to do so had to pass. Maybe next time.