Not that I have the stones to actually say any of this to her face, but my girlfriend’s habit of rattling on about “chick” topics that I have never expressed any interest in whatsoever is really starting to get to frost my ass. I just called her from work, to see what she wants to do for dinner tonight. A simple question, sure, but I got treated to a five minute one sided conversation on why one particular cosmetics company sucks while another one that she just ordered a free sample from rock.
She’s into buying vinatge clothes off Ebay. She’s into talking about vintage clothes that she bought off Ebay. A typical evening involves her sitting in front of the computer for several hours, looking at various peices of jewelry or clothes, telling me to come look at something or other that she’s found, me grunting noncomittaly, and then her pulling out every last fucking thing she’s bought in the past month to show me. Does she ever wear any of the clothes she buys? Of course not.
She once gave me a half hour conversation about why Newport News is better than Land’s End. I just said “yeah” and “huh” every couple of minutes until she found something else to talk about: the merits of platinum versus white gold diamond settings. Or maybe it was the history of the swing cut. Or why she’s a better cat owner than her mother. Or why, in excruciting detail, she prefers her brand of shampoo or hand lotion.
The thing is, I try to never bore her with one-sided rants about the Red’s starting rotation, records, cars, computers, politics, or any of my other hobbies that she’s never expressed the slightest iota of interest in. It’s getting to the point where I try to find excuses to get off the phone whenever she goes on autopilot.
Honey, I love you, but
If anyone could suggest a way to broach the topic with her without coming off like a Soul Crushing Patriarchal Bastard, I’d appreciate it.