Men are easy to shop for. So are women. All you have to do is notice.
Earlier this morning, I said goodbye to a friend. She bought a Japanese sword for her fiancee back home. I flipped when she showed it to me. Maybe because I grew up on Robert Jordan and sword-weilding superheroes, maybe because martial arts fascinates me... either way, I love swords. Swords over guns anyday.
As a kid, I'd listen to my dad explaining to my very peaceful aunt that my karate classes were an appreciation of an art form, not to incite me to get into fights. As a ten year old, I failed to see how knuckle push-ups on concrete floors or grown men running over your abs could possibly be represented as an art form. But I loved it.
Swords are another matter altogether. Agreed, they are expensive as gifts. Perhaps not of much worth these days. Some say the same about diamonds. But they're still a girl's best friend.
A sword is a man's best friend.
