I’ve had a lot of fun this past week talking about my Boyfriend Candidate’s gift giving extravaganza. And I realized I didn’t share the best part in my past posts. I opened the first gift and it was . . . a nose hair clipper.
I knew in that moment I could love this man deeply. I knew it was a practical joke in the literal sense. Practical, sensible, hysterical and the kind of thing you never want to buy for yourself so receiving one as a gift is kind of thoughtful and generous. Almost like a sexual lubricant or Preparation H. Do you really want to check out at Wal-mart and know that they know that you know you have an intimate issue? No.
Also, and he doesn’t know htis, several years go I gave everyone in my family nose hair clippers for Christmas. I mean every man, woman and child. I actually read in GQ that it was one of those must haves for men that most men didn’t have. At the time I felt women were getting the shaft; and why not women? Like we don’t have nose hair too? So I thoughtfully covered everyone’s unacknowledged needs that year. As I opened my package I reflected on that and I felt a kindred spirit in my guy. I actually kind of teared up. Among the other gifts were jewelry, a massage certificate, some knick knack thing for around the house. Those gifts will all be forgotten. But the nose hair clipper? He really loves me.