Day 11 - Belly of the Beast (Sam Moon)

Ok, they really overdid it with the diamond in the middle.

Only in Texas can you find this shit

What is one man's paradise is another man's thorny briar patch. I reached in and found my own little tar baby, sticky like glue and an all too familiar feeling.

The day of love and romance approaches quickly.  As many men, I've decided to wait until now to consider getting a gift.  In preparation, I asked a few of the ladies around and overheard conversations about their favorite places to shop.

I soon gathered that the favored place to find the variety and inexpensive items any lady might desire would likely be found at Sam Moon Trading Company.  Sam Moon, a bargain, wholesale shop for women's handbags, jewelry, and other goodies to provide "beauty on a budget" was the place that I would descend into.

Great Scott! There probably was a matching hat somewhere.

Looking at the wide gazes of glee and hearing their cheerfulness about Sam Moon, I believed it to be the place for me to find a gift.  Actually, after I heard it was cheap, I really stopped listening.

Ok, bear with me, because there is a point here about my voluntary no sweets adventure.

I found the one Sam Moon location in my area and began my journey into a bottomless belly of Satan.  Had I known the devilment for which I was about to engage in, I am not sure if I would have gone so gleefully and with cavarlierish, unabashed wonder.  As they say, ignorance is bliss.

I always wondered what happened to those spare zippers.

I walked my happy go lucky ass into that store planning to be there no more than thirty minutes tops.

If you're into bondage, you might like this one.

Through the doors and behold, I walked threw the shadow of death and feared something quite evil.  Wholesale bullshit on display from head to toe, wall to wall, from the rooter to the tooter of knock off pleather and polyester fur bags, wallets, jewelry, hats, faux hair, and purses in every color-scheme, pattern, and bewitched decadence that could be shipped and dumped here.

I genuinely felt immediately overwhelmed.  Too much. Too soon!  My head was spinning in disbelief.

Through Gehenna's fire, I walked around in awe of the women with their daughters, sisters, and mothers in tow and on occasion husbands, boyfriends, and brothers in a daze and seriously confused.

I sauntered through each isle searching for a beacon to guide me threw the darkness.The feeling that rushed through me, while distasteful and unbecoming, was what I imagined to be the one desired by most women who walked about searching for their perfect little piece of bliss.

Apparently, there is no such thing as too much bling.

Camouflage on purses!  Really?  And, you wonder why you can't find your purse.

The feeling reminded me of anytime as a child and since how I felt when I walked into a candy store, donut shop, ice cream factory, or midnight imagined debauchery that I dreamt up . . .  about sweets that is.  Although overwhelming at first, the high, the chase of the dragon was ignited by the rush of emotions about what might be.

Sam Moon did not please me at all.  However, I could see why the place gained so much favor amongst those who frequented the place.

After nearly two hours, I found what I needed and was glad to be rid of the place.  I hope to never return.  Lesson learned, I have continued my trek forth to find myself in the everyday experiences of now.

Not every man will feel similarly as I did about shopping at Sam Moon.  However, for those like me, I ask that the women and ladies of America try to show some appreciation for the herculean effort taken by lovers, friends, husbands, men-folk, fathers, sons, girlfriends, and partners of like minds who may brave it through the storm to find you something special.

You are deserving and anyone who is willing to suffer through it must really love you deeply.  I hope this little bit will help you have an insight into how much they may go through so you are reminded that you're loved.