Back to talking about Monucha. Towards the end of summer Monucha and
I still had been keeping a lukewarm long distance relationship but
hadn't gone anywhere together until we worked out a school clothes
shopping trip to the mall with just us and one of her good friends. I
was not a enthusiastic mall shopper because I didn't have the money,
or more accurately I didn't want to spend my hard earned money on
some expensive t-shirts and jeans especially when I could make
funnier shirts then were on offer and I could get all of my school
clothes and shoes for under a hundred bones at the local Deseret
Industries thrift shop. When I was young I was ashamed of the stigma
of buying second hand clothes but my personal attachment to my money
prevented my shame from compelling my wallet hand to pay outrageous
prices for new clothing. 25 dollars for a pair of Levi Silver Tabs?
Yeah, if I was made of money. I would be happier in five dollar
pants. I would show up for a little window shopping, goofing off,
loitering and looking for girls to flirt with but on this day the
last bit was taken care of so I was down to just some milling about
and wandering. That is what I thought because I had never been
shopping, proper shopping, with a girl, a proper girl. She was really
into shopping and trying stuff on and looking at every
flipping-gosh-dang stupid item of clothing in every store in the who
blessed mall. I am a shopping laser beam. Pants 28-30 – whoosh –
got them. Try them on? Why? I am wearing a pair right now and they
fit like a dream. There, shopping done – what was my time? Girls
have no idea what size they are wearing and if that number relates to
the numbers that are on other clothes because every brand and style
of clothes is a little different and plus the ladies have more curves
and bumps that they need to settle the clothes around and that takes
some trying on and some more trying on and then some more just for
good measure. I had set up this shop-date in the hopes that it was
like a one or two our deal that would adjourn to a private spot for
some kissey time but wearing on my fifth hour I was beginning to
wonder if I even liked this girl any more. I was actually starting
to thing that I didn't by the eighth hour I was tired bored and sore
and had decided that no amount of slap and tickle was worth this
misery and I excused myself because she had indicated that there were
still a few more stores she wanted to go to. I left drove home and
never really hung out with much less talked to Monucha again. I mean
I am a man willing to pay the price for the chance to score some
loving but at some price point demand dries up and a full day at the
mall is more then I can afford on a product I hadn't even sampled.
