You know when you see a dress you just love?** 

Let’s say it’s from Anthropologie. And you see this dress in the window often. You’ve gone into the store and tried the dress on more times than you can count. And when you put on that dress you feel invincible- you feel beautiful, and powerful, and you know it makes a statement. It hugs your figure in all the right places, and compliments you to a tee. The employees in the store recognize you, and they smile when you come in. Maybe you even go put in on hold. But they only hold things for 24 hours, and you let the time lapse.

And let’s say that perhaps the dress is out of your price range. You walk around the store for an hour holding the dress, contemplating how you wont have cause to even wear it for awhile, but it is the sort of thing you would see in your closet and smile for having. But you can’t decide if it is worth what the price tag says, and you don’t buy it.

Yet, you still want to own a new dress, so you go to other stores. 

Maybe you go to TJMaxx, or Ross, or (gasp!) the Dress Barn. And you find a few dresses and you try them on. They are fine. They are reasonably priced, and they fit o.k. You maybe even buy one of them. But it just sits in your closet, and you put it on in the morning, but then take it back off because it just isn’t that interesting. You feel ho-hum in these dresses. None of these dresses seem quite right, because you’ve already tried on THE dress. 

So you go and return the TJ/Ross/Dress Barn dress.

And you still think of that other fabulous dress. 

I went on a date this weekend. He was an encounter from the website, and was nice enough. He also giggled like a 12 year old girl, and doesn’t have a job, and hasn’t had a real job- ever, and informed me that he is being deployed to Afghanistan with the National Guard for the next year. 

We met up at the Old Spaghetti Factory, and I was able to go to American Apparel afterwards, and buy these tights:

So all was not completely lost. 

(yes, those are RED tights, and yes that is Manny's but).

All I can think is that the red tights would go incredibly well with that one dress.


**Apparently, people weren't getting that the dresses were metaphors. This is a blog about dating, friends. Dresses= boys. See how that works? So now- do you hold out for the great dress?