I’m sure you are wondering how my shopping outing went with Jon, but before I fly into that comic strip, I want to return to my thesis about how men shop differently than women: males are the “in and out” type, while females are the “in and let’s talk about our whole life story” type. Did shopping with Jon prove this correct? Ha! Does Superman exist?
The Overdue “Saving the World” Agenda
Eye glasses. He had been putting them off for at least 3 months. During this time we went over a lot of curbs in his truck, and I read every menu that he couldn’t hold. I was his must-needed sidekick. Our mission was clear, so we walked right through JcPenny (They have really cute spring dresses out already!) and headed to the first eye glasses store in the mall.
The Superman Wardrobe Change
He transformed into only about 10 pairs, trying them on like there was an invisible telephone booth right in the store. He knew what he wanted—black frames with no bottom. So, yup, he tried only this style, but of course, threw in silly 100-year-old grandpa inspired pairs too to make me laugh. I needed that; I’m not buying clothes for a year.
The One Stop Shop (No, not Walmart)
After he had chosen his top pick and I had tried on many pairs (I love shopping for glasses. I get a chance to be Clark Kent too.), I started to leave, figuring we would go onto the next store, but Jon interrupted me: “Where are you going?”
“Aren’t we going to look anywhere else?”
He had a confused look on his face like other eye glass stores didn’t exist; men really couldn’t fly. (They have two more in our mall. And, men can fly but they can fall too.) “I just gonna get these,” he said.
“You really don’t want to shop anywhere else?” I said this not because I didn’t think the ones he had picked looked great, but because, I wanted to keep shopping. I wanted to try on more glasses.
“No, I’m done,” he said. “Is that ok?”
“Yes.” I shuffled with him to the counter like a child who didn’t get that lolly pop they wanted. Did I throw a fit? Absolutely not, I’m 29 years old; I save those fits for when it really counts—over shoes. Instead I waited patiently while he made decisions: plastic, polycarbonate, anti-glare, etc. But, I couldn’t help but ask before we walked out after he had paid, “What is the warranty?” The saleswoman had totally forgotten. Jon I don’t think even cared or knew to ask.
Men should be lucky to shop with women. Even though we like to chat a lot, try on everything, and are attracted to shiny things, we never forget the most important factor: a good guarantee.
Women saving men, saving the world, one day at a time. Who is the super hero now?