I do this way more often than I should. The most recent incident was a bike. I wanted a Trek 4500 mountain bike, but the hubby said I didn’t need that much bike. Have I ever ridden down a mountain? No. Have I ever even jumped a curb? No. But, dang it, I WILL with this bike. The hubby talked me into the Trek 4300 which was a couple hundred cheaper. But I wasn’t happy with the thing. Maybe it was all in my head, but the 4300 just wasn’t as good as the other bike, and, besides, I felt empowered on the 4500; I felt like I could do anything on it—I even went off a curb! I envisioned myself becoming a “he-momma” on the 4500—conquering my fears and maybe even getting a tattoo!
I wound up taking the 4300 back and getting the 4500. Let’s just see if in a year I’m really a he-momma. Odds are I’ll still be a wuss (and $200 poorer for it).