On most Sundays, The Targo and I have dinner with his parents. Because hey! free meal! (not to be confused with "Free Dummy!") And also, I'm madly in love with their dogs.
While The Targo's dad was cooking dinner (he's an amazing cook), The Targo an I went for a walk in the botanic gardens. About halfway there, The Targo looked at me, looked down at himself, and then back at me.
The Targo: "Aw, hell no."
I looked at him, and then looked down at me.
Me: "Tell me you didn't just notice this."
We were dressed exactly the same. Both of us were wearing maroon t-shirts, jeans, sunglasses, and sneakers.
The Targo: "We haven't been dressed like this all day, have we?"
Me: "Yes. And, we were standing right next to each other for at least an hour at Babies R Us. And I'm sure absolutely no one cared."
Naturally, we had to head back to his parents' house so he could change into a much more acceptable Bulls t-shirt.
Me: "You didn't think we looked cute?"
The Targo: "No! Not at all."
He didn't use the word emasculated, but I know he was thinking it.