muses_gonewild: 116. Fitting Room
The internet could be a seriously scary place. Just out of curiosity, mind you, he went looking up lingerie, to possibly perhaps get ideas for something maybe Brooke might like. Maybe something as a gag joke. Seriously, it was just clothing anyway. It'd be like buying a suit or a dress.
Some of it was sexy. Some of it was wildly inappropriate. Some of it he just did not need to see, and some of it he wondered if the models were anywhere near as uncomfortable as some of those strings looked.
He would never be able to understand why women do the things that they do just for fashion.
He might as well, he figured. At the very least he could pick something up at the local Victoria's Secret. It wasn't weird for a guy to go into that kind of store, was it?
He stuck out like a sore thumb and ducked his head, moving off to somewhere he didn't think he would be seen and pointed out. Among the lacy and tiger-print bras, he realized he really didn't know what he was even really doing here to begin with. Obviously he wasn't actually going to get clothing items for Brooke. That would just be weird. (Although all he had lined up for her were chocolates, and as delicious as those were, he wanted to get her something else, and he was running out of ideas.)
"Hi, sir, can I help you?"
He jumped. "Ah, I don't even know what size she is nor do I ever really want to know!"
The woman gave him an odd look.
"Uh, I mean, uh. Just...you know, shopping as a...gift. Is a little harder than I thought."
She smiled. "Of course, I've heard that plenty of times from men. Who are you shopping for? Wife? Girlfriend?"
"Uhhh...the...latter. Um, see, really, I don't know the kinds of...items she would like?"
She pursed her lips in thought then motioned for him to follow her. "Well, you could always get her something small. Lotions or perfumes?" After fingering a few racks, she pulled out a silky negligee. "Maybe something more covering but comfy? It's a lot easier to find a size that would fit with--"
He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "I don't...know about that. I like the idea of something small instead."
She tilted her head and gave him a pitying look. "Sir, would you like to just get her a gift card so she can come and choose instead?"
His relief was all too apparent. "Yes! Um, yes, I think that would go over...much, much better, thank you. Um, make it for...however high you can make it go?"
She laughed at the counter while ringing him up. "You know, we get men looking for sweet or sexy gifts in here all the time. You're really nothing new."
"Yeah, well...really new to me. Thank you, you are a dignity saver."
Some of it was sexy. Some of it was wildly inappropriate. Some of it he just did not need to see, and some of it he wondered if the models were anywhere near as uncomfortable as some of those strings looked.
He would never be able to understand why women do the things that they do just for fashion.
He might as well, he figured. At the very least he could pick something up at the local Victoria's Secret. It wasn't weird for a guy to go into that kind of store, was it?
He stuck out like a sore thumb and ducked his head, moving off to somewhere he didn't think he would be seen and pointed out. Among the lacy and tiger-print bras, he realized he really didn't know what he was even really doing here to begin with. Obviously he wasn't actually going to get clothing items for Brooke. That would just be weird. (Although all he had lined up for her were chocolates, and as delicious as those were, he wanted to get her something else, and he was running out of ideas.)
"Hi, sir, can I help you?"
He jumped. "Ah, I don't even know what size she is nor do I ever really want to know!"
The woman gave him an odd look.
"Uh, I mean, uh. Just...you know, shopping as a...gift. Is a little harder than I thought."
She smiled. "Of course, I've heard that plenty of times from men. Who are you shopping for? Wife? Girlfriend?"
"Uhhh...the...latter. Um, see, really, I don't know the kinds of...items she would like?"
She pursed her lips in thought then motioned for him to follow her. "Well, you could always get her something small. Lotions or perfumes?" After fingering a few racks, she pulled out a silky negligee. "Maybe something more covering but comfy? It's a lot easier to find a size that would fit with--"
He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "I don't...know about that. I like the idea of something small instead."
She tilted her head and gave him a pitying look. "Sir, would you like to just get her a gift card so she can come and choose instead?"
His relief was all too apparent. "Yes! Um, yes, I think that would go over...much, much better, thank you. Um, make it for...however high you can make it go?"
She laughed at the counter while ringing him up. "You know, we get men looking for sweet or sexy gifts in here all the time. You're really nothing new."
"Yeah, well...really new to me. Thank you, you are a dignity saver."