First Date Dress

I've had a fascination with this red dress for a long time. Well, i got the dress when I was a teenager but other than one odd party, I never wore it. I don't know why, but I just kept the dress. It was a bright dress, strappy with a deep neck but a knee length skirt. Movie material, right?

When I started dating.. dating.. hm, yeah.. i guess, well, when i got into my first (and only) relationship, I just never had  a chance to wear it. When we initially started going out, I wasn't really asked out. So, there was never a first date, you know. We went from being classmates, to partners, to friends, to best friends to something completely different. And by then we practically already did everything together. So what was a date and what wasn't couldn't be told apart, y'know? Even now, it's not like we pick out what's a romantic date and what isn't.

So afterwards, I thought one day really special, I'm going to wear it and feel like a fucking princess and stun him.  But then no special enough thing happened that I just whip out a bright red dress.

It was only after I got into my relationship when I realised how much I wanted to wear it. And it's not like I didn't mention it. I must have. Like a million times. It was like a really special thing.

Anyway, then we broke up. We were sad and heartbroken but we still loved each other. And we really wanted to be friends. On my birthday,  we decided to go to dinner.  And I decided, hey, it's not a date, but it's sure as hell special. So i wore it. Finally. My first date dress. On a pseudo-date. With the guy that I loved. And who loved me back.

We talked a lot that night and the days after that.

And as luck would have it, we got back together after ten days. It could have ben our first date, you know. :)


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