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The myth is that all women know more about dressing men than all men do. I believe it's true, however, that most women do, in fact know more about dressing men than most men do. But that is because most men know nothing about dressing themselves and consider football jerseys and sneakers appropriate attire for Casual Fridays. I am hard-pressed to think of even one man that I know personally who doesn't trust a woman's judgment on clothing more than his own. (You guys don't count because I don't know you personally.)
Whether or not women like men dressed up varies wildly and is irrelevant. What matters is the female response to the opportunity to choose what a man wears. More often than not, this response is to choose overly flashy, garish outfits that degrade the wearer. The sad thing is that, as is stated above, this is still better than what would result from a man dressing himself. There are exceptions to this, as to most rules of thumb. Only a fool would argue that all women have bad taste, but it is equally foolish to take the sartorial advice of a woman simply based on her gender.
I think women (namely your wife / girlfriend / mistress ("When one marries ones mistress, one creates a vacancy")), have a better eye for colour than most men do.
many moons ago at the start of law school, this honey was all over me and asked if she could come with me to the mall as I needed some cross-trainers. Sure, why not. Chance to get to know her better (she was rich, hot, and had a body (she wore cat suits to class, if that helps with the visuals). Anyhow, she starts bitching and moaning about clothes I looked at and get those shoes, and I like those better, etc. etc. etc. Finally, after 2 hours of torture, I couldn't take it anymore. I looked at her and said "Are we ******* tonite?" She had this look of shock on her face as I continued, "since only somebody that I was ******* would have a vote here like you think you have." No, I didn't **** her and yes, she walked home from the mall.
many moons ago at the start of law school, this honey was all over me and asked if she could come with me to the mall as I needed some cross-trainers. Sure, why not. Chance to get to know her better (she was rich, hot, and had a body (she wore cat suits to class, if that helps with the visuals). Anyhow, she starts bitching and moaning about clothes I looked at and get those shoes, and I like those better, etc. etc. etc. Finally, after 2 hours of torture, I couldn't take it anymore. I looked at her and said "Are we ******* tonite?" She had this look of shock on her face as I continued, "since only somebody that I was ******* would have a vote here like you think you have." No, I didn't **** her and yes, she walked home from the mall.
many moons ago at the start of law school, this honey was all over me and asked if she could come with me to the mall as I needed some cross-trainers. Sure, why not. Chance to get to know her better (she was rich, hot, and had a body (she wore cat suits to class, if that helps with the visuals). Anyhow, she starts bitching and moaning about clothes I looked at and get those shoes, and I like those better, etc. etc. etc. Finally, after 2 hours of torture, I couldn't take it anymore. I looked at her and said "Are we ******* tonite?" She had this look of shock on her face as I continued, "since only somebody that I was ******* would have a vote here like you think you have." No, I didn't **** her and yes, she walked home from the mall.
many moons ago at the start of law school, this honey was all over me and asked if she could come with me to the mall as I needed some cross-trainers. Sure, why not. Chance to get to know her better (she was rich, hot, and had a body (she wore cat suits to class, if that helps with the visuals). Anyhow, she starts bitching and moaning about clothes I looked at and get those shoes, and I like those better, etc. etc. etc. Finally, after 2 hours of torture, I couldn't take it anymore. I looked at her and said "Are we ******* tonite?" She had this look of shock on her face as I continued, "since only somebody that I was ******* would have a vote here like you think you have." No, I didn't **** her and yes, she walked home from the mall.
Let me see if I understand this. You took a woman to a mall and then made her walk home simply because she had disagreeable opinions about your taste in clothing? And this was after you implied to her that the only reason you'd put up with such an irritation is if she'd agree to ******** with you?
I think women (namely your wife / girlfriend / mistress ("When one marries ones mistress, one creates a vacancy")), have a better eye for colour than most men do.