I felt vindicated the other night. Feeling a little chilly, my boyfriend (who, I should mention, is quite a bit skinnier than me) reached for my nearby sweatshirt and slipped it on.
BF: Wow, this shirt is small.
Me: I guess it's got a more fitted cut since it's made for women.
BF: But it's just a zip-up hoodie. It shouldn't be made that different. (Examining the tightness in the torso, the shallowness of the pockets, and the overall shorter length.) It's really uncomfortable.
Me: (starting to second-guess what I thought of as one of my roomier, more comfortable sweatshirts) You know what else?
Me: That's an Extra Large.
BF: A child's Extra Large, right?
Me: Nope. A women's Extra Large.
BF: (dumbfounded look)
Me: Yeah. And that's why I hate shopping for clothes.