I was approached by a company wanting me to do a review of their website here on my blog recently (nothing new there of course) but I was intrigued when I read that the idea behind the site was that they help men to choose presents for the women in their lives. It’s not the first company to think of this concept so I’m sure there must be a market out there for such a service but it did make me think, would I want the man in my life to use a site like this? Well, quite frankly, no. I don’t think I would.
I’m not saying that Mr Mostly always buys me the most perfect gifts because he really doesn’t. I could tell you about the time that he bought me the biggest bottle imaginable of Coco Mademoiselle thinking that it was my favourite perfume because it looked vaguely familiar (it’s not, my favourite Chanel scent is Chance and has been for the best part of ten years) Or how in the early days he would buy me underwear that was at least two sizes too small but I wouldn’t dare tell him because that would mean admitting how fat my arse really was. I’d rather brave a few hours of being uncomfortable in a size 6 thong. What? It was the 90’s! But actually it really didn’t matter on those or any of the other times that he hasn’t got it quite right. Because it’s the thought that counts. I’d much rather get a ‘wrong’ present that he had spent time choosing rather than a ‘right’ present that a website had told him I wanted. The gift is actually quite irrelevant if the thought is right in my book.
I know that I’m lucky (sometimes I can’t actually believe how lucky I am) and over the years, I have had the most amazing presents. I have been treated to the most beautiful jewellery (often by surprise) and eighteen years on, he’s even cracked the lingerie thing and always gets the right size now. But it has to be said that some of my very favourite presents are the silly just because presents. These are the things that normally cost next to nothing. Or in the case of the love heart shaped rock that he found half way up a mountain and brought home for me – free (unless you count the extra heavy backpack as payment of course) Maybe I’m just very easily pleased!
I don’t know, is it just me that hates the idea of somebody else (let alone a website) choosing my man’s present for me? I mean it’s 2012 for goodness sake! Should we really be perpetuating the stereotype that women are high maintenance and need the perfect gift while men are completely hapless when it comes to buying presents? Yawnsville.
Shouldn’t the gift come from his heart even if it does mean that he sometimes gets it completely wrong? And shouldn’t she love it just because it’s from him? Or am I just too easily pleased and should I insist on nothing less than perfect? It’s just that life (at least my life) isn’t even close to being perfect. But I do find that it is much happier when I remember what really counts.