Allow me to get all Jerry Seinfeld on you here. I swear that there is not a woman on God's green earth that has any idea of what her clothing size is. To be truthful, I don't really know what my size is, but I have a good idea of what I can fit into. In the US, I wear a size 34-36 x 34 pair of pants, depending on what kind of physical shape I am in. Right now I am at about a 34, but it varies, so I go either way. As for shirts, I can go with an L or an XL depending on the cut. The thing is, in Korea, they use a totally different numbering system. I am somewhere between size 105 and 110 for both shirts and pants. I can wear either depending on how I feel, the 105 is a bit tight if I want to go that style, and the 110 is a bit more roomy, it just depends on the look I am going for. As for letter sizes, I am somewhere between XXXXXXL and XXXXXXXL.

With that knowledge, I know that I could never fit into a size 100 or smaller. It just isn't physically possible for me. Because of that, if I see something I like that is only available in sizes up to 100, I think 'Oh, too bad' and move on. Women, however, have a totally different idea. Every woman I have ever met in my life sees this smaller size as some kind of challenge. Not only is it a challenge, but it is also proof that women have no idea what size clothes they actually fit into. Let's say a woman finds an article of clothing that she really likes and it isn't available in a size that will fit her reasonably. Rather than give it a pass, the first thing that happens is she automatically feels like she can 'squeeze into it'. Ok, normally I wear a size 90, but it is only available in an 80...I can squeeze into it. Hey, I squeeze into the size 90 that I usually wear, so why can't I squeeze into an 80? Oh, all you have is 65? I can squeeze into it. No problem.

The next step is the admission that the clothes are too tight. This is a very sensitive time, and a man should always keep his mouth shut. Even though it is perfectly reasonable to explain that she was insane to think that she could fit into a shirt designed for middle school girls, she will automatically assume that you are calling her fat. Once she realizes this, she will start thinking about how she can diet to make the clothes fit. During this time, I normally think about how the diet won't work, since she is already so thin. It would actually take some restructuring of her skeletal mass, which I don't think is possible. I don't say this, though, because I don't want to get yelled at, so I just keep it to myself.

Finally, after a long drawn out fit of depression, the truth settles in. There is no way to fit into that article of clothing and it should be returned. Normally at this point, the depression lifts and everything is happy again, with just a hint of sorrow at not being able to wear the most stylish outfit ever. After all of this, we can settle down to a nice dinner, with both of us completely clueless as to what size clothing she actually wears.

Just for your information, this post isn't directly related to my girlfriend. This is something that happens to every girl that I have ever known, and the only reason I wrote about it today was that I was thinking about my own size in order to purchase a speedo for my upcoming vacation. There is this ridiculous Bruce Lee speedo that I wanted to buy more than anything on earth. Take a look and tell me I wouldn't look good in this:



I knew right away that it had to be mine. It even says available up to size 105 right on the image, so I knew it would fit me. However, when I went to order it, the largest size available was a 100. I knew that this would never work out, and had to relinquish my dream of being the guy with the Bruce Lee speedo. While thinking along those lines, it got me to thinking about women's sizes, and how if any girl I ever knew had this problem, she would have bought it with no qualms, assuming that a crash diet and a squeeze would make it fit. I, on the other hand, am more pragmatic, and had to give it a pass.