Confessions of a Beauty Blogger: Why our men use up our samples?

I'm going to start a bit of a bloopers reel of my life because I sometimes cannot believe the sitcom that I live in and want to share it with you, my readers.  If you are also a blogger, this is going to sting you... If you are simply a fellow enthusiast... you will also know the pain.  If you are a man... listen up.

Samples.  Essentially, to us, they are worth their weight in gold.  They allow us to do these reviews and tutorials and talk and survive.  But the men don't get it.  My boyfriend calls me his "Little Bird" and we do not currently live together due to college, but will be by the summer (yay!).  So in the mean time... I am banished to what I know as "The Little Bird Drawer" where my forgotten items and stuff go.  The bathroom has a "Little Bird Shelf" and a "Little Bird Box" on the counter because no bathroom is safe from my sampling and travel sized loving self.  I have purchased a bird themed box for the counter.

But... I leave my precious little bottles on the Little Bird Shelf and return to... half empty ones.  "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" I scream in my head, "I HAVEN'T EVEN OPENED THAT ONE YET!"  But what comes out of my mouth is much different.  It is the brain child of intrigue and the hopes of man friendly products, "How was it?  Did you like it?"  I inspect his skin and unfairly soft hair.

He shrugs.  "It worked," he says nonchalantly, "Soap is soap, Little Bird."

There is a broken wailing in my head.  He may as well have just dumped it down the drain... No comment on how it smelled a little too strongly or was creamy and buttery and nice.  No comment on how nicely it lathered or how soft it made his skin or hair... nothing.  Soap is soap, Little Bird.

So, it breaks my heart.  I always secretly hope that he will keep a little note pad in the bathroom to take notes on his observations like I do.  He will develop favorites and actually start using fucking conditioner to KEEP his unfairly soft hair unfairly soft.  He'll like the exfoliating cleansers over the cream cleansers... or maybe he will finally listen to me about the god damn coconut oil.  But no... Soap is soap, Little Bird.

Is your boyfriend reading over your shoulder?  If he is, I bet he is nodding in agreement.  Because, the sad fact of the matter is... that he was not enticed by the cute miniature bottles filled with magical goo and potions.  He was not interested in finding the perfect fit of his skin or stopping a pimple in its tracks... no... he just needed soap... and there it was.

Maybe he used expensive shampoo as body wash... lord knows he will use the jug of hand soap if it so suits him, just because he likes how it smells.  So, ladies, no.  He does not secretly yearn to understand our obsessions or help in our endeavors to find all of the best products... he needs soap.  And there it was.  All at Man Eye Level on the Little Bird Shelf.  Hide your samples, bitches.