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 last post. 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 Target and know that they know that you know you have an intimate issue? No.
Also, and he doesn't know this, several years ago 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 was like, 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.