This morning, I let Michele choose a shirt for me to wear to work. She chose an old button down dressy-type shirt, rather than the Hawaiians I typically wear. She’d tried to get me to wear it on Friday, which I declined to do in favor of wearing my “Keep out of direct sunlight” shirt for casual fridays. The following ensued:

Her: You haven't ever worn this I don't think.
Me: Yeah, I've worn it before.
Her: Not that I've ever seen.
Me: I didn't say it was recent...
Her: You just don't like it because its geometrical.
Me: I have no problems with geometry, I don't like it because its dressy.
Her: So you choose floral all the time over geometrical? (referring to my Hawaiians of course)
Me (or rather the tattered remains of my masculinity): Ouch.