My shirts are my shirts I iron them.
The first time my wife ironed a shirt for me was just before a big presentation. Where I demonstrated small things were my palms and fingertips were the focal point of attention.
I was in a hurry and I just grabed the shirt my wife freshly ironed and threw it on to get out of the house when I glanced down at the cuffs they were not ironed to my satisfaction..
I lacked confidence and felt that everyone noticed the same imperfections that I did. Let's just saly it was not a great presentation. Needless to say I just iron my own now.

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