Rewind around 4 years ago. Hubbie gets an electric shaver pack for his birthday including a very metro-man moisturiser, body wash, and other bathroom pushing-the-boundaries-of-masculinity-for-him, ‘products.’
Me: “You should use this moisturiser, it’s really good. And it’ll help the flaky skin on the side of your face.”
Hubbie: “I’m gonna use that moisturiser?!”
Fast forward to last year. I buy him a moisturiser this time, as part of his Christmas present.
Christmas morning. Unwrapping presents. I have killed it in the presents department that Christmas. Every present he opens – boom! I’ve nailed it.
He opens the moisturiser.
Hubbie: “Why did you buy me a moisturiser? I already have one! You’re just wasting money!”
Me: (unsure if the last good moisturiser went missing) “Well just use it!”
– Moisturiser stays untouched –
Months later, a wedding.
In the car.
Me: “Look at you!” I scrape my fingernails against the dry skin on the side of his face, drier because he jumped out of the shower half an hour ago. The flakes fall to his suit jacket, and I dust them off his shoulders hastily.
“Why don’t you use the moisturiser?! I don’t know why you don’t use it, it will help your skin!”
Hubbie: (ignores me).
Me: “You spend so much time looking at yourself in the mirror, making yourself look good, and then THAT-” I point threateningly at the side of his face ” – that let’s you down.”
I give up. No more word on the moisturiser. I can’t change the spots on this leopard.
(Or can I?)
Fast forward again to a few nights ago. Baby girl is having a bath. Hubbie sits as usual, up on the bench near the sink, while I crouch beside the bath near her.
Randomly. Out of nowhere. Hubbie picks up the moisturiser I bought him that has just been sitting there on the bathroom bench for yonks, gathering dust (literally, I dust around and on top of it all the time).
“I might put some of this on.”
Focused on baby girl, but still hearing him, I’m slightly shocked. “Yes! Use it!” I urge him. She splashes, and I’m only half-aware as he lays it on.
The following night.
Hubbie: “Hey, you know that moisturiser? It actually worked!”
Me: (a strong combination of frustration due to intense I-told-you-so, and relief, and yet still the need to heavily promote the moisturiser).
“Of course it worked! Why don’t you like, actually listen to me a bit more, because I am right! I use moisturiser ALL THE TIME! You know I put body lotion on after every shower, because I don’t want dry skin. Who wants dry skin? You don’t want dry skin…”
But I’ve lost him again. I lost him at
‘I am right.’
Of course I did.
Women vs. Men #4