Marcie has never been a fancy woman.
I do not mean that she isn't gorgeous because she is. I mean she likes good clothes, but she's not a massive name brand girl. We all know the big names that we see celebrities wear. She does not have those in her closet. Most of her closet consists of nice blouses and jeans. Her underwear consists of things she gets from a certain lingerie company.
This begs the nest question. Why?
I mean if Marcie is as gorgeous as I describe her, which she is, why don't I fill her closet with the good stuff?
For this question, I present past testimony I have already shared.
She was married to her late husband for a long time. Her husband worked his butt off to make sure they owned the house we presently live in before he retired. To do this, there were certain sacrifices they made. There were only sporadic dinners out. They watched their budget like a hawk to ensure the bills were taken care of. Every penny went to their goal and to fill basic needs. By the time Missy and I met them, they had reached their goal. The house was all theirs. Still, the habits persisted.
This would explain the moments when Marcie and I were an item that she pushed back so much if I had the desire to spoil her. It was a difficult thing for me to learn. All I ever want to do is spoil Marcie. I wanted her to see how much I loved her by fulfilling her desires. Every time she pushed back, it drove me to take that intention and place it in another way to feel the love I have in my heart to show her.
Oh, don't get me wrong. There are times she allowed me to spoil her. I would reference the last few chapters of the other series when she trusted me to make our surprise wedding work. There have been times when she chose a dinner out because she was exhausted or because she wanted it. Still, these are rare occurrences and not the standard habit.
Another point that I feel like I need to make about Marcie is that even though she doesn't wear designer clothes, she is a classy woman. She has taught me so much about things that matter when being with a lady. There have been so many times that she came to the rescue in situations that I felt inadequate in. Each lesson was done with love. There was never a time she made me feel ashamed of something of that nature. Sometimes it feels like Pygmalion, but in reverse.
We were looking on a website at some undergarments one day. She always mentioned that there were times they would offer deals on her panties or bras to get them at better prices. Being the guy I am sometimes, I asked her about other items that site offered. I was imagining her wearing a Basque or a corset or maybe even a negligee. She looked at me with blush on her cheeks before she answered.
"I never look at those."
"Why not? You'd look awesome in them," I answered.
