<font color=skyblue>As a man, I just don't feel right pillaging through my wife's purse, even though she has told me to find something in it for her. Instead, I hand it to her as though it had a dead rat in it.

Women, have you ever seen a guy sorta shy away from touching a woman's purse???

What is the deal here?

Is this only in the U.S., or are all guys like this???</font>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Larry_OHF:
<font color=skyblue>As a man, I just don't feel right pillaging through my wife's purse, even though she has told me to find something in it for her. Instead, I hand it to her as though it had a dead rat in it.

Women, have you ever seen a guy sorta shy away from touching a woman's purse???

What is the deal here?

Is this only in the U.S., or are all guys like this???</font><hr></blockquote>

Oh man, a woman's purse is off-limits for anyone with a penis ;)
I do the exact same thing as you if I'm told to get something in a woman's purse, kind of silly, I admit, but it just feels..awkward to go through the content of that thing, it's like a vault.

Hmmm. I suspect that it is the possible presince of (ahem) "feminine hygene products" that keeps everybody with an XY genotype out of there. Reminds me of an old "Outland" comic strip where the gang is going to see what is really inside a woman's rest room. One of them asks, "Has any man ever been in one?" and another answers, "Only Michael Jackson and he never came out again."

LOL, LOL! It never really occurred to me. I don't carry a handbag (what we call a 'purse' - to us a purse is a small thing just to keep a few coins in) so I've never come across this.
I leave things everywhere, carrying a bag of any sort is likely to end in disaster. Pockets are so much safer! Try leaving your trouser pocket on the bus.

Well I'm not afraid of my mothers purse as long as it has money in it.

I'm more afraid of my mother who guards her purse like a dragon guarding her hoard.

They are very heavy too. Must be the make-up. That's why they call it foundation. :D

You ask me? I say it's out of a knee-jerk reaction from that small boy within every one of us who had the holy cr*p slapped out of him by his mom for rummaging in her purse when he was only 2 or 3 years old. After so many ricochet-off-the-wall slaps, you learn the most important lesson of your 3-years on Earth by that time:

<h3>THOSE WEIRD BAGS THAT LADIES CARRY AROUND ARE OFF-LIMITS!</h3>

And so ingrained is this lesson and at such a deep psychological traumatic level, that it would take depth therapy and hypnosis to unlearn it.

Anyway, that's my story, and I'm stickin' to it!

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Sazerac:
You ask me? I say it's out of a knee-jerk reaction from that small boy within every one of us who had the holy cr*p slapped out of him by his mom for rummaging in her purse when he was only 2 or 3 years old. After so many ricochet-off-the-wall slaps, you learn the most important lesson of your 3-years on Earth by that time:

<h3>THOSE WEIRD BAGS THAT LADIES CARRY AROUND ARE OFF-LIMITS!</h3>

And so ingrained is this lesson and at such a deep psychological traumatic level, that it would take depth therapy and hypnosis to unlearn it.

Anyway, that's my story, and I'm stickin' to it!<hr></blockquote>
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Dude! That explains it! I had a case on amnesia until you reminded me of it!
I gave my wife this leather purse that is different than your ordinary pocket-book. It is handheld, no strap, and is about 7 inches long and 3 inches in depth. It is meant to be a hand purse, or something. </font>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Sazerac:
You ask me? I say it's out of a knee-jerk reaction from that small boy within every one of us who had the holy cr*p slapped out of him by his mom for rummaging in her purse when he was only 2 or 3 years old. After so many ricochet-off-the-wall slaps, you learn the most important lesson of your 3-years on Earth by that time:

<h3>THOSE WEIRD BAGS THAT LADIES CARRY AROUND ARE OFF-LIMITS!</h3>

And so ingrained is this lesson and at such a deep psychological traumatic level, that it would take depth therapy and hypnosis to unlearn it.

Anyway, that's my story, and I'm stickin' to it!<hr></blockquote>Lol Sazerac! I remember those days. Eventually I got enough sense to stay away from that thing. Now the only time I get my mom's purse is when she wants me to get her wallet out of it.
When she asks me to hold it for her in a public place I decline. Everybody always starts staring at me all wierd. *shrug*

We have our secrets too *the card board box that sez "Baby Pictures"* If u catch my corrupted drift..... Or, the hidden drawer full of our 'socks' or our hidden cache of 'golf' videos.