I have feelings too you know, Emma

A month ago I saw a sale, two T shirts for fifteen dollars. Bargain.  I'd buy two for My Beloved. I found the perfect two and I was very happy with them. He came home from three night shifts driving taxis in a row and I bombarded him with them when he walked in the door. 

'Yes I like them' he said.

'I thought you would' 

I mentally patted myself on the back. It isn't often he likes the things I buy him. You've done it, he does like it! Oh yes it is sad when you are congratulating yourself on such things but oh well.

Two days later we were off to town. As he walked into the bathroom he asked me to get him something to wear. Naturally I got him a T shirt. He got dressed and was standing in front of the mirror when I came in.

'So do you like it?' I asked noticing it was a smidgen tight but just a smidgen. 

'It's a bit tight don't you think?'

 Now being the sort of person you do not specifically ask for their opinion unless you are prepared for it, come what may. I figured he had noticed the only thing about the shirt that didn't look great.

'I know what you're thinking' I said 'It is a bit tight in the chest. You're worried you can see your man boobs. But you cant' 

'Um. No.' he said with a bit of a laugh 'I wasn't thinking that at all. Do i have man boobs?' 

'No not really, I just thought because it is a bit tight around the chest... well it isn't even really tight. It looks perfect from the back.'

'So I should walk around backwards all day?' he joked.

 (This must be how men feel when asked by their wives or girlfriends if they look good I thought) I laughed my best oh your so funny and sexy laugh... it seemed to work. 

We finally managed to get into town. My comment forgotten (by me at least).

'I am just going to get a haircut.' he told me as he walked off. 

'Ok I'll be here.' I said.

20 minuets passed and he came back.

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'Oh good.' I said 'Lets go. It is getting hot'.

 As we walked back towards our car, he pushing the pram and me carrying a wriggling two year old who seemed to want to play chicken with the odd car.  

He  said 'So what do you think?' 

I would have realised by the smile on his face. if i was not so busy with Mr Cheeky. that a positive response was not really optional but mandatory instead I missed it and said.

'It's OK. But it looks a bit crap so flat on your head.'

'I thought you liked  this style?' he said ruffling his hair. I still didn't pick up on it.

'It is a nice length and everything, I just think you should brush it back. It looks stupid all flat.'

'I got the hairdresser to style like this because you said you liked it like that.' 

Finally I picked up on it. A few years earlier when the 'Julius Caesar' style haircut was fashionable I had my aunt cut his hair and she did that style cut.  I had raved about it. It did look good, but what he had was not the same. So keeping that bit of information to myself I said 

'Run your fingers through it.' he did.              

'That looks better. Just needed a little bit of body. It is the perfect length for you.'

 The trick is to not go too overboard on the compliments. Otherwise they would have the opposite effect. So I proceeded to, over the course of the day, suggest that he was quite possibly THE most sexiest man IN the world bar absolutely no one not EVEN Johnny Depp ( and he knows what I think about Johnny Depp).

Finally, by the time the kids were all in bed I realised I had done it. I had managed to heal the bruised ego!

PHEW!

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In completely related news: He brushes his hair back  and he is the sexiest man in the world, except MAYBE Johnny Depp.