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couldn't choose, he simply bought the whole line
out of sheer
impatience. When he realized I really didn't like that stunt, he
repeated it, maybe just to bug me, at the next store, when I couldn't
choose shoes. I ended up with sixteen (!!!) pairs.
Next stop; a jewelry store. He insisted on buying something that would
represent our ‘love for each other'. My suggestion to buy ice picks
from K-Mart landed on deaf ears.
Eventually I opted for matching bracelets, plain ones. He liked the
design but didn't like bracelets he thought they were too faggy; the
same with earrings. Hmm, I could see where he was coming from there, so
that rejection was a mutual one. The only things left were either
necklaces or rings. He didn't like wearing something around his neck,
and rings just screamed marriage to me; I just don't like to copy
straight people. We ended up with rings anyway; thin bands, nothing out
of the ordinary other than them being made of platinum.
There were some other items I needed, of a personal nature, and I got
those myself, while Michael browsed through the store. When we finally
drove back, we'd been at it for four hours.
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