A girlfriend recently went shopping with her fiancé for a wide-screen television. World Cup and wide-screen TV – put them together and you are talking utopia for any soccer-crazy guy. Throw in a six-pack and he’d think he’d died and gone to heaven.
Although I do consider myself active in sports (I am not just talking about bargain hunting and queuing up at changing rooms), and I do occasionally catch a soccer game on television, watching 64 games over 30 days is somewhat overkill, wouldn’t you say?
If the last World Cup is anything to go by, I reckon many of my girlfriends will be planning vacations during June. They, like myself, feel that shopping or hanging out with friends is just a temporary measure. It won’t help us escape the fall out from our maniacal partners.
Men transform into different beings come World Cup season. They become sloppy, lethargic and indifferent while displaying unpredictable mood swings from jubilant to moody. It’s like they become zombies.
They take days off and if unable to do so, cough their way to some medical excuse not to work. We women lament the last time our men went so far out of his way to do something for us or spend time with us.
It’s uncanny how a guy can remember all 11 players in the team, the substitutes and coach’s achievements but yet scratches his head when trying to recall your best friend’s name.
Men will still make time for their women - like during half-time or in between games so most women prefer to be spared the ignominy of being replaced by a ball game. No point playing neglected girlfriend or unappreciated wife, wooing him with womanly charms or resorting to extreme measures like hiding the remote.
“Once during a World Cup match, I told my boyfriend jokingly that I was going on a date with an ex and he just nodded his head. It’s like his mind left him,“ discloses Eleanor Wong, a 26-year old designer.
29-year old teacher Audrey Mani laments, “Already I had to bear with his weekly live matches on weekend nights. Our dates were always cut short or if not, we would end up at a pub or restaurant that had ESPN!”
So the bottom line is many women would love to take a vacation. There is rest, food, shopping, pampering, and basking under the sun. Who knows, we might get a tall, dark and handsome stranger to rub some coconut oil over us.
That might just be the trigger to get our boyfriends or husbands to accompany us. But then again if they do, they would probably end up in the lobby bar across a wide-screen television bonding and banging beer glasses with that handsome stranger. Same problem, different location.
Missus Singapore out!
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