“When we were first dating, he said to me, “Get into something slinky black. We’re going over to meet my friends Jackie and Ernest.” Naturally I wanted Jackie and Ernest to like me, so I got right into something slinky and black. Well, everybody was out by the pool in wet swimsuits and faded denims and there I was–Vampira at high noon.” Helen Gurley Brown, Sex and the Single Girl
Ian and I haven’t been out to a nice dinner in awhile, and we had a few things to celebrate under the auspice of our 7 1/2 year anniversary. I also haven’t gotten dressed up since New Years, and one the things this project has really gotten me back into is LOOKING FINE. I was just going to wear my LBD, but one accessory lead to another, and soon I was wearing a hat, dark lipstick, a scarf and a pair of my grandma’s white gloves. Ian was wearing shorts and a black button down. He looked at me, lets out a sigh and went back upstairs. I was overdressed, and it was cramping his style.
Like HGB illustrates, being overdressed next to your mate can make all parties uncomfortable. Ian’s reasoning for not wanting to get dressed up was that it was hot and muggy, and he’d be miserable, ruining the whole evening. And I understood that. He apologized for groaning at my outfit, put on black pants and a black shirt, I took off the gloves and we went to Jay’s Place (our favorite) for a lovely time. And it was air conditioned, so he was comfortable even in long pants.
Maybe we were a little overdressed for the occasion, but we didn’t care. I like to think it added an air of mystery to us, so that other diners wondered what fancy party we’d just come from . . .