However, she--fabulous creature that she is!--is highly creative, very artistic, full of helpful suggestions for me, always giving me some new thing--including and especially new ideas, scrupulous honesty, and loving criticism and appraisal--and I--lucky man that I am!--am the beneficiary of all this!
I learned long ago that one of the most fun things I can do is to let her take me to buy my clothes etc. I love the attention! (Talk about a turn on!) She has great ideas. It's like a continuous make-over--only it's my wife, who loves me!
I also like going with her when she shops for clothes. I love it when she comes out with one beautiful outfit after another for my approval or appraisal. But that doesn't work so well. I know nothing about women's fashions, and I wind up wasting her time.
Our home is filled with mirrors. It's very bright and beautiful. It's hard not to look in the mirror frequently.
I have no idea how many shoes I have. I stopped counting after loafers (I don't know how many), patent leather shoes for tux, work boots, running shoes, Birkenstocks, hiking boots (winter and summer), bedroom slippers, army boots, black shoes, brown shoes. Did I mention tennis shoes? Did I say sandals? I'd have to go look to see what else is in there...
I do not consider myself to be metrosexualized--this article or anything else notwithstanding. I hate categories, especially when applied to me! And furthermore, I serve as my own standard of masculinity. What someone else's definition means nothing to me--gold standard that I am!