It is often said that men don't understand women, usually said by women.
As an illustration of this, last Christmas, after racking my brains to think of a gift for my wife, (she has more jewellery than Zsa Zsa Gabor), I bought her a £175 gift voucher for treatments at a beauty parlour.
Manicures, pedicures, facials, ex foliating, deep body massages, spa treatments, you name it, it was available.
Her initial reaction? Oh, I need beauty treatments do I? I'm ugly now I suppose. I know that I was a size 8 when we met, but I was 22 then, I'm 54 now and drifting toward size 14 and you don't like it.
I assured her that to me, she made Angelina Jolie look like the back of a bus, and I just thought that she might like to be pampered.
No dice, she gave the voucher to her two nieces.
Two weeks ago her birthday was approaching,.
At 54 with 55 looming, menopause was kicking in and she'd been getting night sweats occasionally, so had started wearing casual cotton trousers and tops in bed, to absorb the perspiration.
Bright spark that I am, I bought her some exotic genuine silk pyjamas which weren't cheap.
Apparently that was all wrong too, they'll be all creased up after one night, and sweaty, and she'd have to hand wash them every morning.
She carefully replaced them in the gift box and said go get your money back, I won't wear them.
I give up.
As an illustration of this, last Christmas, after racking my brains to think of a gift for my wife, (she has more jewellery than Zsa Zsa Gabor), I bought her a £175 gift voucher for treatments at a beauty parlour.
Manicures, pedicures, facials, ex foliating, deep body massages, spa treatments, you name it, it was available.
Her initial reaction? Oh, I need beauty treatments do I? I'm ugly now I suppose. I know that I was a size 8 when we met, but I was 22 then, I'm 54 now and drifting toward size 14 and you don't like it.
I assured her that to me, she made Angelina Jolie look like the back of a bus, and I just thought that she might like to be pampered.
No dice, she gave the voucher to her two nieces.
Two weeks ago her birthday was approaching,.
At 54 with 55 looming, menopause was kicking in and she'd been getting night sweats occasionally, so had started wearing casual cotton trousers and tops in bed, to absorb the perspiration.
Bright spark that I am, I bought her some exotic genuine silk pyjamas which weren't cheap.
Apparently that was all wrong too, they'll be all creased up after one night, and sweaty, and she'd have to hand wash them every morning.
She carefully replaced them in the gift box and said go get your money back, I won't wear them.
I give up.




Ha ha, well done.
Or would she be offended by that too? lol