There is probably a reason the last time I went dress shopping, there were several groups of giddy brides and bridesmaids. No men. It was something I didn’t think about at the time, but probably should have before Saturday when I went to order my bridesmaids dress for my brother’s wedding in April.
My experience taught me that taking a man into a bridal store is like allowing him to walk into a lioness den. Sure, you might be the one who kind of pushed him into the line of fire, but it’s still not a idea…for him.
We arrived an hour before the store closed. He came along because we were going shopping at the nearby mall. I asked him to stay in the car as one of the bridal consultants asked me the details of my dress and the wedding party. He didn’t listen.
A couple minutes later after new measurements and some inconsistencies with my dress size, I pulled out my yellow wallet and was ready to finally pay. Jo, the bridal consultant that we worked, with immediately complimented it saying how nice it was.
“I did a good job, didn’t I,” he said lying through his teeth. I hit him with the side eye because my sister bought me the wallet.
“Yes, you really really did,” Jo said.
They went back and forth about some details of my Target wallet with him affirming “I am a good catch, aint I?” Okay buddy I will give you that one, but don’t get too cocky. Then I jokingly said “since she is being so nice to you, you have to be nice to her and give her a sale.”
Jo agreed asking for my birthday wondering if it was close so that I get something that sparkles on my finger. When I told her it already passed, she informed my boyfriend that Christmas and Valentines Day is coming up. He smiled nodding his head watching as another consultant walked over.
She asked if we were messing with him. Of course. Then she says “I noticed how you tried to stay as close to the door as possible.”
“You know it,”he said as if that was going to stop me from picking with him. He had to know that it was bound to happen, but he can’t say that I didn’t try.
