I met my husband when I was 17. Of course he wasn't my husband then. We'd been dating for several months when I decided to buy him a present. Buying a present was a big deal because money was more than scarce at my house. I was working after school and on Saturdays at a dime store making 50 cents an hour. This was 1964 so that was minimum wage! I was so excited when I found the perfect thing - matching shirts! I bought both of us a beautiful short-sleeved, plaid, button-down collar shirt. It was all the rage...all my friends had them with their boyfriends.
When he unwrapped his gift he took one look and said, "no way I'm wearing matching shirts!". I don't remember the term we used then to mean definitely not cool but it was instant rejection for sure! I pouted, which usually worked to get my way, but not this time. He never wore that shirt! After we married the next year (yes I was only 18 which is the definition for stupid but we're still married if that counts) I wore his shirt to clean house in but he never put it on.
Last week I put on jeans and my faded "I love my church" shirt one morning to do my weekly errand run. When I came out of the bedroom there stood my husband wearing, you guessed it, his "I love my church" shirt. I only had to wait 46 1/2 years to get that man to wear boyfriend/girlfriend matching shirts!