Everyone knows how hard it is to shop for clothes… Especially for men… Men like Jensen… Men who would rather die than buy a new pair of clothes for themselves.

Being his wife of three years, you had grown accustomed to the man’s choice in clothes wether it be shirts, pants, jackets… Whatever clothes. You looked like a dork standing in the men’s boxers isle of Target looking at different options whilst Jensen was focusing on something else, that ‘something else’ being the way your shirt hugged your hips.

It was comical, really. A grown man who was in his 40s being so avoidant of shopping for underwear… To be fair, he’d love doing it when it came down to you shopping for your kind of underwear, but he wasn’t gonna say that out loud.

“Darlin’, please… I already told ya i’m good with black.” He muttered with his hands on his hips. He was so comically adorable and whiney when it came down to shopping for himself.