It’s odd. Since I have now become single again, I have had a few relationships, but not many dates. Just as when I was a younger woman, I get nervous the first time I am meeting someone. My clothing, hair and makeup need to be perfect. Kind of. That usually depends on what I have been writing and if I have left enough time to put anything decent on before my date arrives to pick me up. Most of the time, that means running a brush through my hair and making sure all the chocolate is washed from my mouth.
This time, I had a date with a friend–one of those friends who could be a bit more than a friend if I wanted it to. I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to, but I decided to try.
So this time, I took some time with my appearance. I wanted to boost my confidence a bit and feel I looked the best I could, for me. OK, a little bit for him.
I thought I would doll myself up for a change. I picked out a little dress, one that wraps around your body and is held together only by a single bow at the left side of the waist. I took time with my hair and makeup, no quick five-minute maintenance this time. I put on my vanilla-y perfume and some little black heels. I scrounged up some jewelry and figured I was as decked out as I could be…for me.
I even put on some pretty underwear, under my little wrap dress. As I had learned in my speech training. I have always dressed in frilly, lacy underwear, even under business skirt suits. That usually did the trick to make me feel pretty and confident. I certainly did not expect the night to lead to the bedroom–this was a first date, after all–but the prettier I felt, even underneath, the better.
I didn’t look bad at all! I even had a few minutes to write before he got here to take me out. And to wash the chocolate from my mouth, again.
We went to a fun little restaurant/bar. It has great food and incredible raspberry lemon drops. The music is a bit loud sometimes, but that gives you a chance to lean in closely to say something in your date’s ear. It’s a lively place and full of fun people. I ate heartily, drank only one raspberry lemon drop and was having a great time.
When it came time to leave, there were still plenty of people around. My date, polite as he could be, was behind me as I slid out of the booth, carefully traversed the one step to the floor and stood up.
Remember that one little tie that held my dress together? I suppose that all of that exertion of eating and talking and laughing and being cute and funny was just too much for it. It gave way the minute I stood up. Yep. I was completely exposed. There were still plenty of people around. They saw. There was a smattering of applause. I shrugged, gave a little sheepish grin, tied my one little bow to hold my dress together, bowed slightly and walked out of the restaurant with my head held high and a slight smile on my face.
Mom had always taught me that if you do something, do it with flair. I was too embarrassed to have done anything with flair. But I never let on how embarrassed I was and I held my head high. Mom, you would have been proud of me. And I even had clean undies on, just as you always taught! They were even pretty, lacy clean undies.
As far as my date is concerned, he never saw the undies and never knew what the fuss in the restaurant was about. I’ll never tell!
But my next first date, I shall wear something with buttons, down the back and lots of them!