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the perils of dating a metrosexual
I am not a materialistic person. When I had a decent job, I spent most of my money on dining out and airfare. I buy most of my books and clothing used, or on sale. I do have a gadget fetish but it's usually only a once-a-year purchase thing. Or gift, even. I guess maybe if I had a job that paid a living wage things would be different, but in general I'm satisfied with having very few possessions, and even when I go thrifting I only get one or two things.
My boyfriend is the opposite. If I'd gone to high school with him, I'm sure I would have despised him and his label-whore ilk. Now granted, I prefer this extreme to the other extreme, but I don't understand extremes in general, which is a whole other monologue. He has more clothes than I do and more, um, bathroom products than I do, at least he doesn't have more makeup than I do. (He's gone off makeup a little, actually, since we aren't going to the goth clubs as much. Or at all.) These traits are still slightly aggravating and let's admit it, tempting. I mean, I'll sit outside when he goes to BR, but sometimes you gotta give in. But still shopping for more than an hour will make my head hurt.
My boyfriend is the opposite. If I'd gone to high school with him, I'm sure I would have despised him and his label-whore ilk. Now granted, I prefer this extreme to the other extreme, but I don't understand extremes in general, which is a whole other monologue. He has more clothes than I do and more, um, bathroom products than I do, at least he doesn't have more makeup than I do. (He's gone off makeup a little, actually, since we aren't going to the goth clubs as much. Or at all.) These traits are still slightly aggravating and let's admit it, tempting. I mean, I'll sit outside when he goes to BR, but sometimes you gotta give in. But still shopping for more than an hour will make my head hurt.
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I always hear the multi-hundred dollar totals of the people in front of me at Costco and look at them closely, expecting tears or vomit to be flying out of their faces and yet they are always just smiling away. It drives me INSANE. It also makes me want to learn a way to take advantage of these people and their too-much-money.
My husband read an article today about a couple who are selling candles that "smell exactly like Jesus". They cannot meet the demand. I could shoot myself for not coming up with this idea myself.
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