You are going out for the evening. If your partner objects to what you are wearing, would you change

no way

Probably not.

I started to say no, but then remembered when I did that once. I showed up for my surprise birthday party in old jeans...completely underdressed. Hubby just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, I did try to warn you."

Depends on what the objection is.

"There's a dribble of lunch on your sweater..." (oh! I'll change.)

"Don't you have something that will accentuate your boobs better?" (I'm going out alone... in exactly whatever I have on.)

Bear would not say the latter.

He's a smart bear.

To be honest, Hubby usually asks what I'd like for him to wear.

I can't imagine him asking me to change but I rework his clothing choices all the time.

I'd consider changing the partner rather than the outfit.

depends on the relationship with the partner. say if my wife suggests that my clown shoes might be a bit much at the party we are attending with her colleagues, i would tack to her suggestion, but if this a first date, she's going with Bozo.

There are those rare times when I might agree with her if the clothing is inappropriate, such as wearing jeans to a formal. If I decide the clothes are appropriate then I would tell her to go shove her face in a vacuum cleaner.

I'm a wimp, I'd go change.

That's never happened to me.

I agree with Mac11.

Once a fellow wished I woudn't leave the house with wet hair. Eh, it dries in the car. Another wished I'd get my hair done once in a while. (I have had naturally wavy hair, did get my hair done routinely back then.) Neither of those episodes were causes of break ups. But... notice that I remember them all this time later.

Wow... ever had any second dates? lol

Sure, why not?

No big deal.

Once

My response would be, "Darling, I look dashing in this sombrero, red unitard, and these downhill ski boots. Any further objection from you and I shall go to bed wearing this outfit. Meaning you will not enjoy the privilege of intercourse tonight. Now let's go, or we'll be late for the funeral."

When we go out...I almost always ask Nancy's help in selecting an appropiate outfit...so the help is already done.

I am super casual...and could easily be underdressed...so the help really is necessary. And frankly, I don't much care what I wear, so I'd just as soon please her!

Now that's a REAL man.

Tonight it went like this:

Hubby: What are you wearing to D's birthday party?
Me: Sorta fancy pants outfit...how about you?
Him: I don't know, I was thinking about jeans.
Me: (silence)
15 minutes later...
Me: Y'know, I think jeans would be great if it was at their house, but...
Him: It isn't? Where is it?
Me: The reception hall at the church.
Him: Oh! Well, definitely NOT jeans then. I'd better wear slacks. You think a turtleneck is okay?
Me: (big sigh of relief) Perfect! Wear the black one!

Memories.

My husband, but then boyfriend, was from a poor family. I mean poor. Full scholarship, very few clothes, nothing to wear to a wedding but a windbreaker for a jacket, great mind. My parents and I have/had been off and on in deep financial doo doo, but he was afraid of the white part of town,then, and he is white. I'm sure I was a ticket, but tickets can be complicated.

Anyway, I wasn't ashamed of his clothes and he never knocked mine.... and his taste was great once he got going. Plus we both got that taste was a kind of play, that was occasionally useful.