If there's one thing I've never really "got", it's shopping.
It seems that as an urban gay man you're supposed to leap with joy at the thought of spending an afternoon searching for clothes or other "must have" trinkets, but for me it sounds like a vision of hell.
"Retail therapy" in my case would be something that I'd have to partake in to get over the awfulness of the shopping.
Today was no great exception. It was the morning after the night before, and I had to buy a whole load of cool cotton clothing for Cuba (I leave a week today), so it was a military operation. Get in, get what you want, and get the hell out of there.
Operation successful.
Now that I've admitted this, will I have to surrender my gay membership card?
Posted by Eurodan at March 12, 2005 5:18 PMNo. Membership operates on a points system, and you make up this shortfall easily in other areas.
I'm not a shopping fan either. I envy your military efficiency; usually I wind up wandering around getting increasingly dispirited until I go home empty-handed. Which explains, among other things, the state of my wardrobe, and the mobile phone held together with gaffer tape.
Posted by: matt at March 12, 2005 6:54 PM