Because of this, I’ve had plenty of time to find the perfect “first date dress”. Yet it has been far more difficult than I anticipated.
At one point in Tampa, I really thought I’d figured it out with some Urban dresses, especially when my little sister told me one of them made me look like “Marilyn Monroe”. I spun around, triumphantly declaring it my first date dress.
Isabella pointedly eyed my chest, and, without missing a beat, replied, “Maybe that’s a second date dress.”
So then I had to find something sexy, but appropriate, and pretty, without trying too hard, and slimming, but simple, and versatile…
I think I finally found it all in this dress. And for anyone with my body type (short height, thicker waist), I highly recommend it. It is the perfect fabric to smooth everything out, but still cinch it in, and it can be dressed up, dressed down, or even paired with a cardigan and statement necklace for work.
I still haven’t met a guy, but I’m in love.
With this dress.
Shoes: Louboutin Clutch: Banana Republic (old, love this springtime version)
However, I want to come back to this trying too hard concept.
I have developed the truly terrible habit of Tinder swiping. And I should stop, but it’s so entertaining. And so immediately gratifying. And I realize I SHOULD be absolutely disgusted with what I’ve received… But that would be a complete lie. I love this shit.
I’ll say I’m snarky by nature. And Tinder is a playground for sarcastic jerks. It’s as though a green light is given, and I go from 0 to asshole within seconds.
So, yeah, I’ve found the dress, but I am far from finding the guy. And I would like to show Exhibits A – F in support of this statement. (I know, not exactly standard fashion blog material, but I couldn’t help myself — feel free to ignore).