When I was younger I lacked tact.
Not that I posses it in abundance now, but I have significantly improved.
Once my mom spent a lot of time making me a navy blue shirt covered in bright yellow stars and suns (I was very into this kind of thing at the time). It even had buttons in the shape of suns. I'm sure she spent the whole time making this shirt for me thinking of how much I would like it and see that every stitch was a physical manifestation of her care for me.
When she gave me the shirt I took one look at it, turned up my heartless little nose and refused to even try it on. I think I said, "thanks mom, but I will NEVER wear this thing"
She never got me another article of clothing again without first running it by me.
To this day she thinks I am fickle and high maintenance about my clothes (which, admittedly, I am a bit).
Anyway, this has experience has left me with the impression that everyone is picky about their clothes and has scared me from buying them as a gift for anyone except my little sister (I've pretty much got a lock on her style).
Well, last night I went out on a limb and did something I've never done before.
I got a shirt for the ear doctor as a congratulations present for finishing his first day of preliminary exams for his PhD.
It was really cool and on sale at Nordstrom, so I got it.
And, he loved it.
I've never bought clothes for a boyfriend before and I think that is a definite indication that this relationship is moved to the next level. The retail level. Pretty big deal, huh. (wink)