The boyfriend went out today. I stayed in.
When he returned, he was carrying two bags from Best Buy. He seemed to have only bought a cable of some sort and a surge protector that looked like it was intended for some type of huge-ass piece of very important equipment.
I asked him what he bought.
What did my boyfriend buy while he was out? Oh, you know. A DVD player. Okay. A new TV stand…….alright, didn’t think we needed one, but ours is kind of ugly.
Then he gets out the measuring tape and starts measuring one of the walls. I asked him why, and he goes, “Oh, while, I bought a 47″ flat screen. It isn’t going to fit on this wall.”
Me: “I’m sorry, how many inches??”
Me: “Uh….huh….How much money did you spend exactly??”
Him: [An amount you don’t want to know, but it could have easily taken me to Europe, or on a cruise, or to Europe with a fucking Greek Islands cruise].
Me: “I didn’t know there was anything wrong with our current TV. I’m not helping you set it up.”
I couldn’t get mad. I frankly don’t care. It wasn’t my money. But he’s damned if he thinks for a second I’m ever paying for repairs, maintenance, or lifting a finger to help put this monstrosity together and keep it that way. I’ve never understood the male compulsion to have large TV’s, but I accept it.
It’ll be like this. But if there’s random Asian women with it, he’s going to have some serious explaining to do.
On the plus side? I get the old TV put in the bedroom, where I can watch alllllll sorts of lame reality TV and tons of guilty-pleasure girlie shows without his peanut gallery comments. Oh, Gilmore Girls marathons, here I come!