|This sweet little number is now mine.|
Obnoxiously like it's bragging, and no one likes a brag. But I've come to the conclusion that every girl should feel free to brag about a good clothing gift from a man, because let's face it gals: it's rare.
I knew it was love before he bought me Marc Jacobs, but this is still a good story.
As it turns out, the man of my dreams is a professional tuba player. And whilst he was in Boston playing his tuba professionally, he texted me a picture of something black and white with a white ribbon on it.
Most of you reading this will guess that this item was a gift box from Saks Fifth Avenue. You would be correct.
Me: "Is that a box from Saks?"
Tuba hunk: "Yes."
Me: "What's in it?"
Tuba hunk: "A present for you"
Me: "Can I wear it?"
Tuba hunk: "Yes."
Me: "Who made it?"
Tuba hunk: "It starts with an "M" and ends with "arc Jacobs"
Yes, that's when my heart melted.
Tuba hunk is the very first of any suitor to not only silently take note of my favorite label, but then subsequently gift me a lovely frock, which he chose himself, in the right size, made by said label. Ladies, if you haven't experienced the feeling of elation that comes with such a display of affection, by golly you are missing out. Gents (if any gents are reading this), take note.
The coolest gals I know (you know who you are) proudly exhibit their personality through their clothing choices, and those same gals know that when a man understands their clothing taste, he is pretty darn close to understanding a very special part of them.
You know the part I mean. It's the same portion of our being that tells us to wear the yellow shoes instead of the brown ones. It's the part that smiles when someone compliments our outfits. It's the part that told me Tuba hunk is pretty much an impossible act to follow.
Thanks M.J., for helping to make things so clear.