We’ll go if you make us and it’s the only way we
can spend time with you. But it’s not what we want
to do. Think about it: the Men’s Department is al-
most always on the first floor, by the door, and al-
ways one of the smaller sections in the store. There
is no juniors department, no couture department,
none of that. It’s so we can get in and get out. You
never walk in and see men rummaging through the
sales racks and holding shirts up to their chests and
openly asking if they’d look better in the blue or the
green. We go in knowing exactly what we want,
and come out with it. Rarely anything more. In and
out: that’s what we like about shopping. Getting in,
and getting out.
It depends on the man. But really, who cares
these days? It’s not the big stink that it used to be.
Personally I don’t care. Love comes in every color—
and if a person finds love and that person is of a dif-
ferent race from him or her, it shouldn’t matter
because the two of them found love. And isn’t that