She's a ten...one way or another

It's that time of year again when we mortal men must do one of the things we hate; buying clothes for the lovely women in our lives. Now, I don't mind the gift shopping and the gift giving. Heck, I'll even go out of my way for something special, but the annual clothing thing I just can't handle.

Guys are simple to buy for. There are 'boys' sizes and 'teen' sizes and then the rest of the adult males. On occasion you may throw in 'big and tall'. Women on the other hand have sizes for girls, petites, juniors, misses and women. That's not too many more categories until you consider that none of the sizes mean the same thing. A ten is not a ten which is not a ten. When you buy for a guy there is small, medium, large and x-large. When you buy for a women they are numbered and I don't know a single guy that knows what those numbers mean. And recently I learned that the numbers from one designer/maker isn't the same as those from another. Really? Isn't that what a size is for?

Perhaps we guys are just stupid to need our pants labelled with 36-inch waist and 30 long, but as least we know what we're getting. Try that when buying the wonderful present for your wife or girlfriend and see if it gets returned. Often in my case, I have just enough taste that My Beloved likes what I buy but the size is always wrong. I made the mistake one year of buying sexy unmentionables thinking the size on those matched the size of her other pants. Boy was that an incorrect thought process.

Here's the best advice I can give all the men out there as they muddle through this for Christmas; buy a size you know is too small and tell her that's how she looks in your eyes.

Merry Christmas