I had a date on Sunday. It was not a first date, or even the third
date. A specific plan was never
established, but the general idea involved dinner and a movie, maybe some bar
games if we felt like it.
I showed up in jeans, wellies, and a chambray button
up. My date opened the door and was
wearing dress pants, a sweater, and a tie.
Apparently he was in the mood to go someplace nice. His thought was since “You always look nice”
I did not need to be alerted to the upgrade in venue.
Shoot. The time I
really go for casual totally backfired on me.
We went to dinner at the fancy place and still received excellent
service and delicious food. Halfway
through the bottle of wine I stopped feeling bad about my outfit.
Word to the wise: if
you want to take your girl out to a nice place, tell her before she gets
dressed.
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