Friday, 17 May 2013
I went out in my new 1950s-style dress last night. I looked gorgeous. Seriously. All pinched in at the waist, tight bodice and full flare skirt. This boy I've seen for ages comes over, and I'm really thrilled, I'm really feeling great, because the first thing he says is, 'I love your dress'! Then he's asking questions about the fit, and the net, and the zip, and how it's cut, and I'm thinking, er ... is this normal? Then he asks about the wash cycle. And I think Oh. There goes another one.