Adventures in the women's department

But under clothes

"No, no - do not find anything here," says Laura. Laura is the most fashionable of all the girlfriends, walking briskly ahead of me. I trot back bargain. The place: Peek & Cloppenburg. Such divisions always make me nervous ladies, here I am simply not at home. That's me way too much choice - all of these fabrics, cuts and colors make me very jittery. You ought to know the men's department: I want a pair of pants. So I go into the right corner, where there are pants go with my dress size, I opt for a black or gray, go to the dressing room, get out and pay. If it fits very well, I take a second from the same species. A process that takes place once a year and is done in 20 minutes.
Not so with Laura. Laura looks at what "Sale" section for the "Mid-Season", which is easy and what you can contribute to an invitation, and to fit the specific shoes, but they will buy only then, but of which they very has clear ideas. The above-mentioned phrase "here I find nothing" is completely meaningless. For me as a man that would actually be the signal to leave the business. Not for Laura. Laura constantly pulls more clothes from the rods, sometimes two simultaneously in order to compare them against each other, sniffs them back depends. Finally, a brown sundress with red tones aroused her interest, at least they keep it longer than 30 seconds in hand. She looks at me and asks, "Well, what do you think?" I hope exhaustively answered: "That looks good! Take it! And let's go. "You can not go on me, puts the dress on her bent arm and carefully considered the clothes left and right. I do not want to be lazy and make them aware of another dress that looks very similar to their choice. Actually it is the same and has only 3 more wrinkles. She looks at me indignantly: "That one?" This is not a question but a reproach. "But hear it! No way! "I fall silent. Actually, I do not see any difference, but obviously there seems to be huge differences that are only invisible men for us.
Laura has given me since their bags and emigrated with 3 pieces in a changing room. I feel obliged to stay close to expertly comment in a few minutes to try to. But it is unpleasant to me that the same four cabins stream any women - one of them to try something that I would classify as a rock - and have a look in the mirrors. No, I want to watch these women do not - but in which direction should I look? Throughout more clothes and other women, I completely lost between the clothes stalls. In me rises to the feeling that will put the same hand on my shoulder and I would be arrested as a sex fiend.
Laura turns up. I breathe - I can now prove the other women that I'm here quite legally resident and therefore say with a loud voice: "Man, that looks great!" They used not to look away from the mirror and asked doubtfully: "Do you really? So, since under his arm, uh, sitting in some way incorrect. "I can see nothing under her arm, because I'm bigger than them. Laura disappears and reappears with No. 2. "And - what do you think?" "Too pretty," I say. "Pretty, pretty ...", again, the eyes remain fixed on the pair of Laura mirror, even when she speaks to me. "It will not be pretty ', it should be me." "Thou art beautiful," I say with utter conviction. Laura mumbles something, I do not understand, and disappears back into the cabin. I have the impression that I am viewed by some women, such as watching a foreign body. And just as I felt myself still. Laura appeared, with all three pieces on the arm. Yes, I would buy her joyful heart all three dresses, if I could redeem myself so that in this department. But this point we have not yet been reached. She hangs the clothes back to the stands and shakes his head. I sigh.
Laura moved to safe step into a completely different corner of the floor. The corner looks expensive and this time we are served by a shop assistant. That means I really do not. I am ignored. But Laura receives recommendations, it will be submitted to various pieces together to shake her head, Laura disappears with 2 dresses in another car, the seller gives me a quick smile before she forgets me and I catch sight of 10 meters on a chair. Just what I need now. The chair is at a safe distance from the cabin and read something. However: Just before I reach a good piece, it has occupied another clansman. We wave to us and I just button bash the way back.
Ten minutes later, Laura appeared in the cabin, the vendor also (not the cabin), both nod, Laura disappears, the seller vanishes, I cast a longing look at the chair. But the evidence remains adamant. Laura turns up again, the smiling clerk presses the clothes in his hand, says that she wants to let go once through the head and controls up to me. While we are on the way to the escalator, Laura says that the first was not so bad, on the other hand ... at that moment they discovered a brown summer dress with red tones, is heading to another customer. The partners of this client, however, has difficulty breathing, and so Laura reached one second sooner the last copy. That they are angry looks of the contestant captures her struggles as a triumphant smile. Shortly she disappears into the cabin, comes back beaming, my dress pressed into his hand and says: "At last - that or none! The long search is over. "I take a deep breath and bring it to the checkout. Yes, I know it. It is the dress from earlier. The more the three folds. But I'm too happy to think about the past ... "