Men are from Mars...

Women are ridiculous.  BuDaChick and I have been together for a while, and let me tell you, it's not easy ordeal.  Women are fucking trips man.  Like out there.  For example, Sundays.  Man-days (or Sundays), a guy can watch (and will watch) football all day long.  BuDaChick, on the other hand, watches Wedding Central in 17 hour blocks.  Siick.

This I can deal with.  What I can't deal with is the difference in sizes.

What does that mean?  Let me break it down for you.  I know my shoe size and my generic shirt/pant size.  11 and Large.  What size shirt are you BuDa?  Large.  What size shoe are you?  11, or sometimes 11 1/2.  Bam.  Sometimes I get questions like, what size waist are you, or what size neck are you, or inseam?  Fuck if I know.  It changes from pant to pant, shirt to shirt.  So what if my clothes never/rarely fit me.  My system works for me.

Women are nuts with their sizes, and they're all so freaking similar.  Shoe size is similar, but not necessarily equal to her ring size (Yes, BuDaChick and I are engaged so I had to know the ring size, AND I got it wrong - suck on that America).  Her pants might be zero, or two, but they can't be a one because those are junior sizes or something.  Did you know women's shirts come in Extra Extra Small?  They do.  Just go to Baby Gap you dumb women, you'll save 40%.

Women have a different size for everything, and you can't guess, and you can't just hope for the best.  Buy the jewelry at the wrong size, you'll be taking a day trip to get it resized, and that's a fucking nightmare and a half. I didn't want to go to the jeweler in the first place, let alone again!

At the end of the day it's just something you need to accept I think.  You need to accept that women are annoying.  They have annoyingly particular preferences even though they swear that they're "easy going".  If a girl ever tells you, oh, I'm go with the flow, you should come up with something absurd to test just how go with the flow she really is.  My bet, she isn't.  That's a lie.  Eventually you'll find that your relationship is based upon a lot of little lies and ways that she duped you into staying with her.

And shopping is the worst.  Finding the right size, or if they have the size, they don't have the specific model or line or something.  Man.  Whatever happened to walking into a store and looking at a pair of pants, buying them, taking them home, and gambling with yourself that they fit appropriately?!  Those days are long gone my friends.  That's why I buy electronics.  One size fits all.  I'll let BuDaChick do the clothing shopping.

*NOTE* - The best clothing gift I got the BuDaChick was a shopping spree for an outfit.  She picked it out, I bought it, and at the end of the day I got the credit.  Highly recommend it.  Simple gift, and they love it.  You get some sort of Yellow or Orange construction paper, print out a "Coupon"-like thing to that paper, and put that shit in an envelope.  Bam.  Fucking gold.