Black Friday

Mary, Danny and I are standing in Target on a recent Friday night. Mary and Danny are looking at belts.
“He needs a belt?” I had asked a moment before. Belts normally last me about three or four years.
“Yes,” she replies curtly. “His belt broke so he doesn’t have one.
As they look at belts, I’m holding a pair of blue sweat pants. I bought a black pair the week before and really liked the way they looked and fit so I wanted a second pair. I wanted a second pair of black sweats but Mary intervened.
“Here is a nice blue pair,” she said, grabbing my size off the rack. “You shouldn’t wear back all the time.”
Rather than fight, I took the pair of blue sweats and then went and picked another pair of black pajama bottoms. She frowned and moved on to helping Danny with a belt.
While they were looking at belts, I kept looking at the blue sweat pants with the gray stripe and tried to imagine what T-shirts would match. I don’t know whether I have trouble matching shirts and pants or whether it is just an irrational fear of being able to match. This is why I prefer black. Most of my T-shirts are gray or have gray in them and gray matches with black. Also, all my shoes and sneakers are black so buying black dress pants and black sweats guarantees that at least my shoes and pants match. Most of my ties also have black in them so each day I am virtually guaranteed that my shoes, pants and ties are a match. All my dress socks are black and the socks I wear when I’m not at work are all gray, so again black is a safe color.
Blue presents problems because there are so many different shades. Mary has noted before that I sometimes wear Navy Blue and Powder Blue or Royal Blue, which apparently is not a match. I sometimes think dark blue is black and that also causes problems, according to her. Gray is a pretty good match with blue, I’ve heard, but I lack confidence in the combination.
I’m also embarrassed to admit that I like black because I feel that it is the most stain-proof color although Mary tells me otherwise. All I know is that when I spill coffee on black pants it is much better than spilling coffee on say a blue or tan pair of pants.
Mary and Danny were trying to decide between two belts.
“You know I think I’m going to put the blue back and get a pair of black ones,” I sheepishly told my wife, hoping she was to busy with the belt purchase to notice or care.
“Do whatever you want,” she said, not looking up from the belt finalists.

What do you think I did? What should I have done?

Let me know what you think.