WHY ARE MEN SO BLOODY HARD TO BUY PRESENTS FOR?
There, that's got the first bit of swearitude out of the way. I should, of course, make it plain that I'm not talking about ALL men here. Well, obviously not, I don't have to buy presents for all men. I'm sure there's quite a few that I haven't even met yet, and buying presents for men is hard enough without having to buy for men whose names you don't even know, let alone whether or not they have any interest in bar-billiards or possess a golf handicap. Moonpig probably wouldn't let you send a card that just said 'Happy Christmas MAN', unless you were, like, a misplaced hippie or something. But anyway. Men. Difficult to buy for. Unless they have a particular hobby, like golf or football or drinking, or are sufficiently metrosexual to be happy with lots of smellies and bath stuff. I once gave my younger son the Christmas gift of socks, to which his reply was 'How old do you think I am?' (he was about 16, actually, but everyone needs socks, right? I mean, the younger you are, the more socks you get through...). So, lesson learned. No socks.
So, I sit and stare at Amazon, and Amazon stares back, and I flick through DVD's and games and books and things, and realise that I have no idea what to buy, and then flick back to the socks page, because everyone needs socks, and I'm running out of ideas and it's nearly Christmas Eve, and then panic sets in and I find myself in the middle of Marks and Spencer with a basket full of cardigans and cheese, drawn inexplicably towards the sock department as though I'm some sort of attractive metal and socks are magnetic.
With girls, it's so much easier. Smellies are always welcome, as are nick-nack-type things, jewellery, stationery, hell, they even quite like socks. But you try giving a man a bunch of nick-nacks and some earrings and see what happens! And yet, I draw the line at sitting them down for a pre-Christmas chat that includes the words 'tell me what you want for Christmas, and tell me explicitly, with drawings and, prefererably, a link to the page on Amazon, or the actual shop where I can purchase these things'. Because that just takes all the fun and surprise out of Christmas, don't you think? And the fun of Christmas is to be surprising, and buy the people in your life goodies that they don't know that they want until they receive them, when they are astonished and delighted.
And I do have to admit that socks are not all that astonishing.
|The men might have a point.|