Tag along

I was at the NY Women's Expo on Sunday (more on that later). There were women of all ages; some in groups, others solo; moms and daughters together. It was a cool vibe.

Except....

I noticed a few couples. Yeah - women brought their husbands/boyfriends to the show. Now - don't get me wrong; I'm not judging. If it floats your boat, I say rock on. If these guys wanted to be there, well...fine. But that didn't seem to be true. Case in point - I saw one guy grab the arm of the woman he came with and say, in a panicked voice, "No! You can't leave me alone!"

Really the only
reason to bring him...

There might be some good reasons to make this a couples day. Maybe that's the only time you can spend together and you really wanted to go to the expo. Maybe you were there to check out some of the larger vendors (like patio furniture or home services) and wanted your partner to be there, too.

But, speaking as a a former we-have-to-do-everything-together kinda girl - I know better. Even if you convinced him (and maybe even yourself) that was the case - it wasn't. The expo was three days long. Those big purchases can be researched online, in the store, or at garden and home shows. The two of you don't need to buy your patio set next to the woman having her eyebrows waxed, across from the pure romance booth.

The truth is - you wanted to go, but you always do stuff together, so you talked him into tagging along. It's okay - we've all done it. Want to know something else? I bet, if you really think about it - you were miserable. And who wouldn't be? You're there to laugh, have fun and relax - and you've got Mr. Mopey lagging behind, or hanging all over you so he feels better about his masculinity.

Can I tell you something, though? You got what you asked for - because you act the same way every time he says, "Oh, just run into Lowe's with me real quick..." Yeah right.

Here's a suggestion. The next time it comes up - leave him home. Let him do his thing; you go do yours. You'll both be happier, and you won't have to spend an hour in the car, arguing over whether or not he should have let you try on that makeup, or if you spent too much money at the spa booth.

Yeah - you know you did.