I've learned to just let my wife shop for my clothes. I don't always agree with her selections but she picks the stuff she likes to see on me. And that's really all that matters. And, by the way, she likes me in pink. She bought me a purple-striped shirt last week. I used to fight it but I now realize that she has better fashion sense than me anyway.
I hate shopping for clothes anyhow--except shoes. I have a bit of a shoe fetish. I can never pass up a good deal on shoes.
This practice leaving my fashion up to my wife has recently crossed over into hair style. I like my hair short, she likes it long...guess who's letting his hair grow right now.
What's the old saying...if mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.