So I tell my husband about the diet during a dinner with friends. I get support from my female friend and from her male significant other, “pffff, that’s easy. I did that once, for two years.” Respectfully, he’s not a clothes horse, not into clothing, even for a guy, so it’s completely different. Right? My husband’s response was understated, nodding in approval. He didn’t say much, but I secretly think he was suppressing a massive desire to do a happy dance.
Then I spot my friend’s super-cute tee under her cardigan and compliment her. She bought it at Nordstrom, she tells me, it’s James Perse. Ugh, sigh. Feelings of jealousy since I cannot buy said James Perse tee. The next day, I still had these odd feelings lingering, no longer jealousy but desire. I want that t-shirt. The next day, feelings gone but now feel silly for wanting the t-shirt just because I saw it and thought it was nice. How silly, indeed.
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