Shopping

When I go clothes shopping with my wife, she thinks I get bored.  I'm not bored, I'm depressed.  I keep seeing all these thin, beautiful, female mannequins wearing things I'd like to wear.  I'm sad because I wish it was me trying on these clothes, and I wish I could look as good as the mannequin when I wear them.  Sometimes I have to distract myself just to keep from crying.  Sometimes I end up acting like a jerk just to speed things up.  Which just makes me hate myself more.