“I think you should get a slim tuxedo.”
“Why?”
“Um, because I think you’d really look good in one. Like sexy good.”
“Huh. Maybe I will.”
That was a no. I knew it too. He always says maybe when it’s a no.
While I love my husband dearly, his sense of style is lacking. He’s restricted himself to his nerdy graphic Ts, 3 plain dark colored T-shirts (one long sleeve), a brown corduroy blazer, and the suit he owns from our wedding. The rest of his attire is jeans and his polo for work with the company logo and his name tag.
His looks are simple and targeted to his tastes, which consists of his favorite shows and movies and his interest in Egyptology. Graphic T, shorts or pants in denim, and his sneakers. That’s his daily outfit and rarely does he deviate.
In nearly any daily circumstance this is totally fine, but there are date nights when we want to go out for drinks and I want to put on a cute dress and feel a little more formal. Yet, I feel insecure and overdressed when he does very little to deviate from his usual wardrobe. The best he can do is one of his plain black T-shirts with his jeans and sneakers. While I’ve got full makeup, and little black dress, red pumps and a vintage pillbox hat.
It shows you who cares more about outfits and efforts.
Not that I need him to have a huge wardrobe like I do, but it would be nice on occasion for him to wear a nice slim fit button up shirt and kakis. And not one if his button up Hawaiian shirts he owns for posterity and hardly wears. Like a cute fun pattern that still looks really nice. A bow tie for the whimsy he often try’s to emulate. Slim cut dress pants in grey, black or khaki, and perhaps a little pomade in his hair.
I have bought him a few things. I have a really beautiful men’s sweater I got him one Christmas that he now only seems to wear for Christmas. I bought him a nice black men’s blazer that I’m fairly sure he’ll never wear. I’ve looked at some really nice slim fit men’s suits. I doubt any of them will ever be purchased, because what’s the point?
It seems selfish of me I know. It just sucks when I’m the only one who puts in efforts to really dress up for him and look nice, and as a designer aesthetic really does matter to me. Yes, I love playing dress up. For all the times I do it for dates and the like, I wish my husband would too.
He has all kinds of crazy things he owns that he jokingly likes to put on, mostly headwear. I mean when I ask him to dress up he often comes out with some crazy hat or an intricate metal and horse hair plume replica centurion helmet. Which I laugh at, but at the same time feels like a shot at my desire for someone willing to match my aesthetic. To put forth the same effort to look nice for the woman who put forth effort.
Which hurts because it makes me feel like he’s intentionally being tacky to make fun of me.
There is a local bartender at the Irish Pub in town I know who is built like my husband. An older gentleman. Slim and bright man with a charming smile and a beautiful collection of bow ties. I never see him without a vest, button up shirt, and cabbie hat when he goes about town even if he’s in jeans or a matching set of dress pants. Really smart conversationalists and overall personable guy. My husband has a similar personality and I envision my husband looking similarly. Really classy and artsy type like my hunny.
I wish I could convince him.
Part of me knows that the reason he does the graphic T thing is because he hasn’t figured out a fashion style that looks good on him. Or he may be afraid to? But again, when I know something will look nice on him I feel that he’s not willing to try it because he’s unsure.
It’s just like his recent discovery of his photography abilities. He was always reluctant to try it. I told him if he knows what makes an art film look good then he knows how to compose a good photo. The amount of times I tried to convince him to take the camera and shoot some simple images of me finally added up. He tried it. We went through pictures together. He suddenly realized he had an eye, as I knew he did all along.
I keep trying and persisting. It’s all I can do really. I know someday that I can convince him, but I know it will take time. I just want him to let me dress him up occasionally and match my efforts. I even started a Pinterest board of things I totally envision a man like him experimenting with. it’s not complicated. It really isn’t. And it’s not like I’m going to make him do it every night or every date. I just want him to occasionally play dress up with me.