My Man Needs An Intervention.

I love my Man.

But he needs an Intervention, not the A&E kind, more like the TLC style-kind, you know Stacy and Clinton.

I have to admit, a bit of it is my fault. We have been together for 13 years, and only in the last 2 to 3 years that my styling of the Man, has well, slipped. I currently have 2 lil monkees that occupy my style time, that when I finally get dressed, I am exhausted to have to help him, usually he doesn't need my help. Work is a mix of khakis and work shirts, simple, easy, not hard to put together.

Only when it comes to Def-con 1 for laundry, does he wake me and ask if he can wear the black & grey shirt with his khakis, NO, stop bugging me its 5am, you know the answer to that one MONK! GAH!

You have to understand, when I met my Man, he was still wearing boat shoes, you know the ones that were BIG in the Miami Vice years, aw yes, THANK YOU Don Johnson for that fashion favorite.

Many of you may know, I kind of like me some style. I am an old school Jeanne Beker, Fashion TV, Designer lover, Vogue & any Fashion Mag junkie, from WAYYY back. In my 20s I would surely not eat, but spend the grocery cash on an article of clothing that I loved in order to look stylish, so I would starve, but I would look GOOD while I was doing it. I knew that I could always hit the work bar buffet, cherries, lemon & limes, celery, you know the one! Hey if you look GOOD, it can make you FEEL GOOD, which is the most important thing, in my 20s opinion.

Obviously, I can TRULY see beyond the clothes, it is the Man underneath it all that rocks my machine-gun laughter.

So in anticipation of my Recreation Therapist shin-dig, I hit the MEXX 50% off sale and bought him some style, what he would choose, just his hate-um-non-love for shopping for all things clothing orientated for himself, prevented me from bringing him to try it on.

My MISTAKE.

Even through all the texting, and the heads-up Monkey, I am buying you some clothes, it took him hours to try the DAMN things on when I brought them home. Finally with a reluctant sigh, he browsed the goods, and gave a nod, stylish but not overstated, up-to-date but not trying to dress too YOUNG for his years, MOnkee Likey-d it.

See TOLD ya, he likes it too, just not the loud commenting wife, ordering Sales Associates to bring more styles, sizes, and me tugging the begeezes out of the crotch and inseam, well he MAY like that, but you get what I mean, I tell it to ya straight, YES, NO, DEFINITELY NOT, only after it fits, do I check on his preference.

As the time of our event approached-say half hour until we had to leave, the Man finally tried on the goods. Then he stood in them, like a man with a pole up his but, his response - I am gonna HULK this shirt if I try to move in it!

VERDICT: My Man thought it was too SNUG-Mexx has a slim-fit so as I argued that it looked good, trimming and slimming words were used, but I was forced to realize perhaps I did not want that much of the Mans Goods on for show. YEESH- it was too snug to get away with in the pants.

ERRR-so off to Mexx I went to get the money back, as the tensions were flaring so much that I threw my hands up in the air and said that I gave up on wanting him to look good. There was no way I was going to agree that the pants were too snug, not this close to crunch time.

So MEXX store credit is a slip of paper, a SLIP OF PAPER, like every receipt that you get, so I decided to spend it, as everything gets lost in the ABYSS of my purse, especially a silly slip of paper, what happened to gift cards!

So as I am rushing home, I get a call from my co-worker, PARTY cancelled. Of course the party is CANCELLED, because we have a babysitter.

As I handed over the clothes, telling the Man that I could not get my cash back, I just spent it on him but bought a bigger size to make him happy, I also threw in that the party was cancelled.

He SMILED, then wondered how do you cancel a party 15 minutes before it starts, like he was REALLY thinking about that. YOU know he was secretly happy that he did not have to go.

We ended up going out for dinner and a movie, in the end I GOT to enjoy the new Man, and he was abso-FRIGGIN-lutely Fabulous.

LOVE his stylist.