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Why Are Men So Exasperating?

I wore this very 'Abercrombie & Fitch' sorta purple skirt that has this very gunny-sack, ragged and faded feel to it. My grandmother definitely wouldnt have like it. In fact she would have pointed out that her maid wears better rags than that.

Anyhoo, I was feeling very attractive in this skirt, and needed some feedback. If you havent already noticed, i need constant feedback from the men in my life. So, I approached the single most important male figure in my life, my dad. He was (you guessed it), watching news.

Me: Dad?
Dad: Uh huh.
Me: Dad, am I looking pretty?
Dad [without giving me a glance]: Uh huh
Me[whining]: Daaaaaaad
Dad[looking up]: Uh huh?
Me [doing a pirouette]: Dad, look! Look! Am I looking pretty in this skirt?
Dad [slightly puzzled]: Come a little closer.
Me[pirouetting some more]: See, its pretty, innit?
Dad [puzzled]:  you are wearing it inside out. All the thread and seams are on the outside showing.
Me[blinking]:Dad, its supposed to be that way. Its the design
Dad [more puzzled]: Eh? You mean its supposed to be worn inside out?
Me[patiently]: Dad, i aint wearing it inside out. Its the design.
Dad[even more puzzled]: You mean they instruct you to wear it inside out?
Me[accusingly]: YOU have no clue about the current fashions.
Dad[mumbling and grumbling ]: Well, i dont rightly understand rags that are being passed off as clothes these days. Not even our village beggar used to wear such  rags.
Me[sulkingly]: So, I am not pretty is it? Thats it, innit?
Dad[grudgingly]: Well in spite of wearing the rag inside out, you look alright I suppose.
Me[considerably cheering up]: Promise?
Dad[resuming watching news]: uh-huh
Me: ....blah blah blah....

But, honestly, why are men so exasperating?

Comments

agnivarsha said…
my god ur blog is damn good
and so is your profile.how could you manage to do so many things!i am jealous of you.haha!
21 Mar 2008, 20:42:00
Anonymous said…
:)))
22 Mar 2008, 03:45:00
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