Mr Gig is a metrosexual guy. It first dawned on me when we went to shop for barangan hantaran. For your information, i don't know him that well when i decided to marry him. Why? Let's call it a hunch that i knew he was not a serial killer, dater, women abuser etc. etc. or worse anak mak! Furthermore he was pleasing on the eye because at that time he was Mr July of this gym in Shah Alam. So you can imagine that then he had such pert derriere and flat tummy. Anyway, we wanted to shop for toilettries and he actually inquired the girl behind counter if that particular brand of facial wash has AHA...wulamak! Suffice it to say, if i were to run out of facial wash or scrub i would not hesitate to pinch his because they are certainly not sabun cap kapak.
I have no problem at all about MG being a metrosexual guy. Maybe i do complain once in a while that he takes the joy of my being a wife/woman from me. He isn't one of those husbands that would allow the wife to buy him clothes (if i'm being generous he'd rather have the money and go buy it himself) or even his underwear. But how many women out there can boast having a husband that doesn't mind shopping and with pleasure would traipse all over Klang Valley looking for a mere item? My two cousins (both whose husbands are the typical men) consult him on places to shop and he becomes their shopping companion quite often. He doesn't take it lightly when i express my need to have a so and so colour lipstick to go with a function and would happily go hunting with me for the perfect party outfit. He doesn't mind being seen with my handbag if i need to go to the loo (some friend's husbands would rather be seen dead) and i can happily dictate to him the size and design of underwear i need and he has no qualms about buying them for me without my presence.
Speaking of underwear, he has really nice ones, all the way from Mr Bush's. i often wonder why he has to spend so much for them (one of his can buy half a dozen of mine). Let me tell you they come in all shapes (and strings, oopss! hehe). This morning my question has been answered: I have run out of undies, they are either in the laundry basket or on the clothes line so i had to wear his. I had to beg and bribe him (with cheesecakes and coke) because he'd rather i go commando then stretch his undies (his exact words but i didn't care).
(i know a lot of people would rather not admit that they have had to or saja2 pakai their partner's underwear, but i know of five other couples who practise this)
Now i know why he paid so much for them...oooo..the softest of material touching the sensitive skin of one's derriere (cam iklan pulak). Next time i would know not to panic if i've run out of clean undies or disposable ones...i can always pinch MG's like i do with most of his stuff..i must surrender to the fact that in my relationship, he's the one with the exquisite taste, and i beg to differ, i'm not cheap(skate), i'm just practical. If only he allows me to play makeup on him, it would have been perfect.
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