One thing I dread more than anything else is going clothes shopping with my wife. It’s not that I don’t like helping her buy new clothes. It’s just that I have no fashion sense. 

My wife always asks me, “What do you think of this one?” and I always answer with something like: “That’s nice” or “That looks good on you.” That usually satisfies her but sometimes I get harder questions like, “Which one looks better, this one or the other one?” It’s a hard question to answer because whichever one I pick, she will follow up with the question I dread the most: “Why?”

The [bad word] is, I don’t know why. I don’t know if it’s because of the color, the cut, the hemline, or the fit. I might have an idea but I can’t put it into words. 

One question I do know the answer to, though, is: “Do I look fat in this?” The answer to THAT question is always, always, “No!”