Well, that sums it up - I'm growing to hate Halloween.
I just returned from a Halloween party thrown by a co-worker. There were many wonderful and fun people there and I had a reasonably nice time I suppose. The thing is, so many women were wearing cute and adorable costumes, and yes, more than one or two were sexy as well. Me? Nope, that's outta the question. A few days ago when we were talking about it, and how I wish I could wear something cute to the party, she got this puckered look on her face like she had just sucked on a lemon by mistake.
"Ewwww! Why do you EVEN go there?!" she demanded, making it crystal clear exactly how she felt about the very concept. It's the one time where we can safely get away with it around people we know, and I am really kind of growing to resent her disgusted stance and attitude on it.
So reasonable, or unreasonable, whether I'm a spoiled brat or not, I AM coming to hate Halloween. It just rubs my face in how my wife apparently really feels about me, and what I can and can't be, what I am and am not.
Yup, I think Halloween sucks . . .