My Shopping Companion

You know what? I like to shop. It's true and I don't deny it. And while I largely limit myself to window shopping I don't consider that a handicap. Gazing at all the lovely and new products on the market. Diving into a deep state of bliss eyeing up the new seasons prints and colors. Soaking in that feeling of self-satisfaction finding that elusive item that everyone will be talking about. Yeah, shopping for me is an escape from the everyday dealings with poop and reality.

Of course, shopping is always better with a buddy. My buddy is Dave. And I freely admit, he is a terrific shopper. Now he does not enjoy the traditional shopping experience as much as me (looking through racks of clothes, digging in piles of bins for a great item at a total bargin). Nor does he get all tingly when he sees a Sale sign. But aside from these minor defects, he still retains the status of: the friend I call when I want to do a little shopping.

So last night as we were doing a little online shopping for some tees for him and the kids, I had to smile at that glimmer of delight spread across his face when he found Ramones tee-shirts for the kids. Yeah, that's my guy and I wouldn't have it any other way.