Since this is not the first, but the TENTH Things My Boyfriend Doesn't Like post, I don't think it needs much introduction. And besides, the title pretty much says it all - these are some of the things from my closet that my boyfriend doesn't like, dead simple. If this is your first time here and you're curious about the previous TMBDL posts, you can find them here, but if you're more of a out-with-the-old-and-in-with-the-new type of person, keep reading the today's TMBDL post - Home Edition. Why Home Edition? Because my boyfriend always complains about the clothes I wear at home (just as much as he complains about the clothes I wear out of home) so it's about time I featured them.
First off, the sweatpants. Of course he hates them because they're baggy and just hang on me. He says they do nothing for my butt and wants me to throw them out - I bought them about a week ago. I know they're baggy, I know they're too big on me, I know they have no shape - THEY'RE SWEATPANTS. They're supposed to be all of the above, that's what makes them sweatpantsy. In case you're wondering, sweatpantsy's a synonym for comfy which sweatpants equal to, they don't equal to 'take us to a 5 star restaurant, pretty please', so deal with them, because NO, I'm not throwing them away any time soon. Or ever because sweatpants like all great things (wine, women and cheese) only get better with age. Unlike men who ... Don't.
Secondly, the t-shirt. Of course he HATES it for several reasons: A) It's too big for me. B) It's badly stretched. And C) It promotes beer drinking. I, on the other hand, LOVE it for several reasons: A) It's too big for me - so it's extra cozy. B) It's badly stretched - so I don't have to worry about taking care of it. And C) It promotes beer drinking - who doesn't like a shirt with a positive message?!
And lastly, the hoodie. He HATES the hoodie. Whenever I wear it, he mocks me saying: "You look like such a junkie in that!" Wanna know something? It's HIS hoodie. He bought it, he paid his own money for the 'junkie' hoodie and wore it a couple of times, I just liked it one day enough to take it. "Yeah, like a real junkie." You know what I think? That first picture above kind of says it all.
P.S.: I have something else I have to tell you which involves the other man in my life - my pooch. It's Mr. Fartz's birthday today!! So HAPPY 11th BIRTHDAY to my bestest and dearest furry four-legged farting fury on the planet EVER! May he live forever, because he too like all the greats only gets better and better and better with age.
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