Every time I sleep with somebody, I think I'm going to eventually marry them. At least for the 10 minutes after the (f)act. Once I almost gave my favorite tee shirt to a girl because of this problem. I have a pile of shirts that my dryer shrunk that I've kept neatly folded for times like this, but at that moment, the part of me that wanted to marry this woman I met two weeks ago felt that I should give her my favorite shirt. Fortunately, I decided against it before it slipped through my fingers into hers. She asked, "why not that one?". I couldn't tell her the real reason why, so this is what I told her:
When I laid my hands on this blue shirt at a thrift store, I knew from the thickness of the cotton that it was one of those Hanes beefy shirts from the 90s. It has the Texas star on the chest with TBRU inscribed below it, giving it a slight fascist edge. On the back of the shirt is the red outline of a bear, and the words Texas Bear Round Up. I thought to myself, "huh that’s cool didn't know Texas had bears. It must have been an event where they rounded up bears and hunted them, how primitive and manly". I wore the shirt for three out of the next five days, it fits me perfectly on the shoulders and arms, and this piqued my curiosity about TBRU. I would soon learn that Texas Bear Round Up did not round up bear the animal, it rounded up gay men who identified as bears.
We have a good laugh about this story as I hand her a plain dark green shirt instead. Two weeks later, we ended things, and she kept the dark green shirt, so dating advice #1 - hold onto your favorite tee shirt even if it's a bit gay.