Is lingerie like football?
OK, OK it's a strange question to ask, but I do ask with good reason. I am presuming that if you are reading this blog, on a lingerie website, that you, like me, have a love of/passion for lingerie. It's something that piques your interest, something that you enjoy reading about, enjoy seeing, wearing, buying and well, basically drooling over. Or, someone close to you does, and you keep an eye on the latest trends for them.
Could the same not be said for football? (Or any other sport that comes to mind, I'm not fussed)
Let me tell you a bit about my household. We are a family of 4, Mum (me) Dad (hubby) and 2 kids (boys) I am a bit out numbered on the female/male ratio and the cat doesn't really count. I love lingerie, as I think we've already established. My husband loves football. (And for the rest of this blog, the kids are going to be left in peace, as they love neither - and you don't want to get me stated on Minecraft!)
Football to me is a waste of time, effort and money. It involves 11 men chasing a football around and pushing each other over when they think no one is watching. Grown men, can be found
a) playing the game
b) standing on cold terraces in the wind, rain, and snow watching/supporting their team
c) watching and shouting at the telly and/or
d) getting into arguments with other grown men about whose team is best.
Now don't get me wrong, I appreciate that it is not all men and I also appreciate that women can enjoy the delights of football as well. But I'm sure you'll agree, from that description, it is not something for me. I can't understand it. I can't see the appeal. And I would be quite happy if it played no part in my life at all. However, on occasion, I do seem to find myself entering into conversations (normally with other grown men) about where teams are in the league table, who has beaten who (normally only known if hubby's team are involved) and somehow taking part in this ritual that I don't understand. I can only presume that this has something to do with the power of osmosis - because, hand on my heart, I try not to pay any attention what-so-ever to the game.
So, if this is how I feel about football, how does hubby feel about lingerie. Here I am going to guess - simply because he doesn't really talk about it. Doesn't get involved with choices, won't tell me what he likes or give suggestions for the shop, or for me. He leaves me to it. Although he has been known to say (and this almost killed me, especially as it was in front of one of my suppliers) 'A bra is a bra' like there is no difference - I soon established that if I rocked up in a cross your heart bra, he may not be so impressed. He has been spoilt by my choices, having been together since I was a teenager, him in his early 20's - has realistically known little else. What would be the fancy going out, wear only a couple of times a year lingerie for most, is every day for me - it's what he's used to. Therefore, he is a hard man to impress. And despite his lack of empathy towards what I love, he has supported me in opening a shop dedicated to lingerie. He enjoys attending trade shows and meeting suppliers (although is now on a tight rein when with them). It is not something that interests him, yet he supports my choices.
With my lack of interest in football, but it being a big part of my family life, and him not being interested in lingerie, despite it being a big part of our family life, ultimately, I think I have decided, that depressing as it may be - Lingerie is indeed like football.