By now, you are probably wondering about the name of my blog. Why and how I chose it? Well, that is a short but funny story. 40 Pair of Sox is about not being able to make a decision. It is also about trying not to make a mistake and making another person happy. As you well know if you have been reading my blog I have issues with excessive spending. I also trend towards the manic side and am a perfectionist at heart.
Jen and I had not been together for very long, maybe six months. We were living in separate apartments at the time. Both of us are hopeless romantics and liked to get each other gifts for no reason other than "because it was Thursday." Well, one day she mentioned that she needed a new pair of white socks (Sox). While Jen likes to accuse me of not listening to her, I am acutely aware of what she says when we talk.
About a week later I decided that I would get her a new pair of white socks so I headed to Target (our local "superstore"). I got into the store and went directly to the intimates section, 'cause duh, that's where socks are located. Once there I perused the selections, but began to wonder what kind of white socks did she really want? Too many selections to choose from: crew, 1/4, trouser, no-show, ribbed, smooth, translucent, cotton, polyester, cotton-poly blend, nylon, thick, thin, knee-high, the list goes on and on. And I kept asking myself, what kind of socks does Jen really want.
I could not make a decision. What should I do. I didn't want to disappoint her, I wanted to make her happy and bring her joy. Seeing her eyes light up at the sight of the new socks, that's it, no pressure at all. Except there was pressure and it all came from me and from the budding relationship. So, I did what any good girlfriend would do.
That's right. If you can't make a decision, cover all your bases. I bought 40 pair of socks. I bought lavender ones with butterflies, black and grey with white flowers, brown ones, multicolored striped ones, tan ones with geometric patterns, tall ones, thin ones, anything that I thought she would like went into that basket. I headed out of the store with my purchase, proud of the fact that I had made a decision and bought her socks. She would be so surprised. I was excited to give them to her. Boy was she ever excited as she pulled pair after pair of socks from the bag. Until she got to the bottom of the bag and gave me a perplexed look. Oh no, what had I done? I was filled with dread. I had gotten her everything but a pair of white socks.
We had a good laugh over that faux pax. How I overlooked that one detail, I'll never know, but it doesn't matter. She loved me because I thought of her and bought her socks.
Now you have the whole story about the name of the blog. Hope I've brought a bit of laughter into your day.
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