....But nothing to wear! Yes, I totally think about this subject way too much when it comes to dating someone; Ok, even when I go to work (during the Winter months, I rely on the same 7 outfits. When the warm weather hits, yikes!) Do I dress casual, sensual, sexy.... not comfortable in that. This is the problem that I had last night.
The date: miniature golf. The outfit: ? (hears crickets chirping). I seriously took 45 minutes to pick out something to wear. I kept having wardrobe malfunctions- my body. Just having one of those days. My date, kindly called before he was leaving to come pick me up, I still had not figured out what to wear. This is utterly ridiculous!
Twenty minutes: tear out the long black skirt, converse sneakers and t-shirt? Nope didn't like that. Eighteen minutes: tear out the gray jean and sweater? Nope.... Fifteen minutes: pull out the regular jeans and a t-shirt. YUCK! Thirteen minutes: pull the black jersey skirt out again with a different shirt. Maybe?... Yuck!!!! (sigh...) My heart starts racing, I'm going to play miniature golf, this should not be this hard! With 7 minutes to spare, I finally settle for the grey jeans, British flag t-shirt, gray cashmere sweater and gray Gap flats, with the cute bow on the heel, shoes. Satisfied?... No, but I can't give it anymore thought. Leaving clothes strewn around the floor and bed, (hoping he doesn't need to use the restroom),
I retouch my makeup, feed Wilbur and get my jacket, yes, a jacket on top of all this; the door bell rings. All I can think is, UGH! My date: "You look great!" Awwww, what a guy :) "Oh, this... I just threw this on."
The date: miniature golf. The outfit: ? (hears crickets chirping). I seriously took 45 minutes to pick out something to wear. I kept having wardrobe malfunctions- my body. Just having one of those days. My date, kindly called before he was leaving to come pick me up, I still had not figured out what to wear. This is utterly ridiculous!
Twenty minutes: tear out the long black skirt, converse sneakers and t-shirt? Nope didn't like that. Eighteen minutes: tear out the gray jean and sweater? Nope.... Fifteen minutes: pull out the regular jeans and a t-shirt. YUCK! Thirteen minutes: pull the black jersey skirt out again with a different shirt. Maybe?... Yuck!!!! (sigh...) My heart starts racing, I'm going to play miniature golf, this should not be this hard! With 7 minutes to spare, I finally settle for the grey jeans, British flag t-shirt, gray cashmere sweater and gray Gap flats, with the cute bow on the heel, shoes. Satisfied?... No, but I can't give it anymore thought. Leaving clothes strewn around the floor and bed, (hoping he doesn't need to use the restroom),
I retouch my makeup, feed Wilbur and get my jacket, yes, a jacket on top of all this; the door bell rings. All I can think is, UGH! My date: "You look great!" Awwww, what a guy :) "Oh, this... I just threw this on."
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