You're so vain

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OH NO, i end doing all the little shitty bits round the house (Check everywhere is locked, make sure the dog has food and water, leave the burgular lamp on,, etc....) while she finishes transforming her face.

Tip number 2, tell your wife she looks far more beautiful without makeup.......which incidentally is usually true.....
 

At least 90 mins.

Poo.

Beard trim.

Shaving beard for defined lines.

Get in bath.

Wet shave my head (I'm bald)

Get out and moisturise face and head.

Deo and after shave.

Try at least two different sets of clothes on.

Have another poo.

Have a whiskey.

Go out.
 

1-2 hours.

shower, wash hair (naturally curly so leave to dry with generous amounts of anti-frizz products). Choose outfit, reject every outfit because, too tight, too short, wrong colour, wore it last time, drink wine because now sad that there is nothing to wear. Wrestle with holdie in foundation garments. Realise I can't breathe, drink more wine. Apply make up and realise that when sitting down, the aforementioned lingerie is acting like a medieval torture device and internal organs are being crushed. Go back to wardrobe hoping that the clothes fairies have been and put something different in there. Try everything on again, drink more wine, decide on something that looks OK because by now the wine is working and I'm starting to rate myself. Bend down to fasten shoes up, almost pass out from oxygen deprivation. Go out.
 

My missus, mercifully (or its why I chose her) , doesn't do nails or trowelled makeup, stupid hair, jewellery and all that garb. However she'll still take an hour doing God knows what, from the time we say "let's go" to actually leaving the house, looking, dare I say it, pretty much the same.
Why they are intrinsically incapable of "just going to the pub" in the clothes they were already wearing is beyond my comprehension.
Sake.
 
Deeply suspicious of any bloke that takes more than 15 mins
Takes me the time it takes to find my keys. That can be zero to thirty minutes if the wife's been tidying, so long as my shoes have been pressure washered.
Though generally dressed for action or practicality, I have not an inch of vanity within me. It's what's inside that counts, and I share your distrust in fellas who stare into mirrors.
 
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