In fact, it's barely a house right now. I can glide through it without opening a door, walk though walls because there are no walls.
My clothes sit downstairs on racks, crammed together like the basement was a giant thrift shop, and I was the only buyer.
The number of dresses I have exposes me as a clotheshorse. One of the contractors, who is building me a closet, decided he had to make it bigger (boy, did THAT sound privileged).
But that's a rabbit trail. The fact is, I needed to find something I could wear tonight, for a first date.
Usually I'd make the female calculation.
Nothing too theatrical. That gets saved for particular evening events.
Above the knee? A little decolletage? Nix on that.
I don't want to appear too sexy. Besides, he might be a Republican.
Pants or a long skirt? I don't want to seem like I just left the convent. Although, come to think about it...
We're going to an upscale tavern in the West Chester area. A night at the Philadelphia Opera it ain't.
Viewing my collection with dismay, I ditch the calculator. Do guys even worry about what they put on before a date? Or is deodorant and a sports shirt enough to make them feel confident?
The black dress will have to do. It's the only one I can find right now!
Grabbing it, I put it aside for the evening. Now, if I can only find my mascara....
What do YOU wear on a first date?
1 commentaire:
Long live the LBD - or skirt/blouse equivalent. Let's hear it for Coco Chanel!
:-)
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