I had a date.
It was the summer after I graduated from high school and a college guy asked me out.  I was flattered, excited, thrilled!  He wasn’t like my last boyfriend who had verbally and physically abused me for 18 months… he couldn’t be.  (And, truth be told, he never was.)
He asked me to go to dinner.  It was Monday and our chosen night was Friday.  This was all done over the telephone, pre-cell phone and pre-Internet.  It was magical.  (Did I mention I was ecstatic?)
My heart pounded at the thought.  It was going to be amazing! 
But.  Wait.
What-Would-I-Wear?
Ah, the age-old …read more