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this day socks - The Literary Exhibitionist
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I got quite the haul yesterday -- mostly in socks. Specifically, Farm to Feet socks. I guess Helen, our Mercantile merchandiser, asked the rep for this brand to send her some samples she could share with Kibby and me -- and she was sent a huge box full of a ton of them. Well, not literally a ton, but a lot. She handed me probably upwards of two dozen pairs of their socks.

The kind of amazing thing is that too many of the socks I currently own have holes in them and I literally planned on buying new socks at Target on my way home from work yesterday.

This was more socks than I even really needed, though. Two multipack packages contained a few women's sizes and so I opened those up and pulled out the women's ones to leave for Kibby to pick through. Scott looked over my stash and took one pair. That still left me, I think, 14 or 15 pairs.

I separated out maybe seven pairs that I didn't necessarily want and later left them out for Ivan to look through. It appeared this morning that he took two pair. So I guess I'll still keep the rest, although I'm not a huge fan of short crew socks. Maybe Shobhit can have those. I already selected seven eight pairs I knew I wanted to keep. According to the website, the retail value of these socks range between $19 and $22.50. Who the fuck ever pays that much for a single pair of socks? I should do my apparel shopping via free samples at work more often. It's not just food!

All this thinking about socks yesterday did make me wonder something. I wonder how Shobhit and I compare to other gay couples? Do gay couples usually keep to their own pairs of socks, or do they just pool them all and share? Shobhit and I have always kept our socks separate. I think there are occasions of similar looking socks getting crossed over into each other's drawers. In any case, I think it makes sense for, say, underwear to be less likely to be shared -- although in either case I suppose the argument could be made that they all get washed so what's the difference? To some it might be akin to being averse to sharing toothbrushes (which Shobhit and I do not do either). Either way, we obviously swap spit, and are about as intimate with other body parts as anyone can get, so why the clothing separation?

Fashion taste, obviously, to a degree. But here's where socks, to my way of thinking, are the most different. If they are, for instance, just standard black or white socks, I'm not sure it matters whose drawer they go into. Or do other gay couples not even separate their drawers? Someone find me a study about this.

These Farm to Feet socks do have more unique designs, though. So I've got more "fun" socks now than I ever have before -- these range from fairly benign designs to more loud or fun ones. One has trees, another has a topographic map design, my favorite, which does not appear to be on the website, has outlines of what appear to be scorpions (or maybe they're lobsters? I'll have to get another look) on them. I'm wearing a standard gray pair today -- because literally everything else I am wearing is either black or gray -- and they are surprisingly warm for how thin the material is. It's not unusually thin, mind you; more of an average thickness -- but definitely warmer than the average sock.

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I carried a tote bag full of all those socks home from work, which I also carried around Target for the other several things I needed to buy. I put those things in my shoulder bag and still walked the rest of the way home, where Shobhit was nearly done making a very tasty potato dish that we ate with one of the packets of frozen parathas he got from the Indian grocery store in Bellevue. I watched Big Little Lies while eating, and then walked to the library so I could pick up a book before its hold expired tomorrow.

I stopped at QFC on the way back, which is right across the street from the Capitol Hill library. I got two things and was able to use coupons I got from work to get them both for free: a 32oz tub of plain Zoi Greek Yogurt; a 6-pack of 4oz Yami Yogurts. There was a whole bunch of these coupons -- for straight up free product, not just a discount! -- and I grabbed a bunch of them, knowing Shobhit would be pleased. He loves his plain yogurt, for his Indian dishes. I only took about half the coupons and that was weeks ago. There are still some of them left, which amazes me. Why aren't other people taking them? I should just take the rest.

There was a clearly gay young man in line in front of me, in what I think were workout clothes. Very form fitting pants and tank top. He was fucking sexy, but looked like he didn't necessarily realize it, which made him sexier. He had a perfect amount of moderate chest hair. A rather receding hairline, but hair cropped so close to his head that he looked neither bald nor bad. It was a good look. Like, this guy had a good look from head to toe. If only I had looked that good when I was young. But I was too busy eating pints of ice cream in one sitting.

I bought the Pet Shop Boys's second anthology of B-sides, called Format, which apparently was released in 2012. I didn't even realize it existed until a week or two ago, but it arrived from Amazon yesterday -- not available on iTunes. The first disc wouldn't rip to iTunes, which concerned me. But I figured out the way around it: copying and pasting the files onto my hard drive, then importing via iTunes. That worked. Strangely, the second disc imported directly with no issues. In any case, this process took some time. And then I went back out to the living room to help Shobhit finish the day's crossword puzzle.

Then I watched this week's episode of Crashing while getting ready for bed. I quite like that show, but it seems like it's quickly ramping up to the end of its eight-episode run with Pete Holmes no longer needing to crash at other people's places. Assuming he finally gets his own place by the end of the season, and they have more seasons, that show title might start to lose relevance. Not that other shows have ever cared (see: New Girl, not so new in its sixth season).

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osodecanela From: osodecanela Date: March 30th, 2017 06:17 am (UTC) (Link)
Congratulations on discovering The Joy of Sox!
machupicchu From: machupicchu Date: March 30th, 2017 03:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
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rsc From: rsc Date: March 30th, 2017 02:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
As one data point, jwg and keep our socks (and all our other clothing) separate, even though we mostly wear the same size. And we each do our own laundry.
machupicchu From: machupicchu Date: March 30th, 2017 03:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
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Interesting! I wash both of our clothes together every two weeks, mostly to save on water usage. I refuse to fold his clothes for him, however, no matter how much he tries to convince me to.

Another point I kept meaning to make but then forgot, was an obvious reason for clothing separation would be if you are of two notably different sizes -- this would preclude sharing regular clothing, but not necessarily socks. Barring morbid obesity, weight differences don't generally cause huge differences in foot size, and socks come in sizes that cover a range of foot sizes already. Shobhit's feet are a couple sizes smaller than mine, so I could never fit into his shoes, but in terms of size, we could easily share the same socks if we so chose. We just don't.
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