This is me last fall, October 11th to be exact, all ready to go on my big first date with Matt. It's been almost a year now, and we're as happy as clams.
There's actually a pretty funny story that goes with this. I was all set to wear jeans and a nice top, but then I mentioned to some guys at work that was what I planned to wear. They freaked! No, no, no you can't wear that. You have to step up your game, you know you like this guy. Wear a dress. All of our marriages started when our wives wore dresses on our first dates. We remember it. They were adamant.
So I wore the dress.
And 333 days later it's so good.