Friday was rather interesting- I had a date! A boring, boring date. Haha, apparently the dating scene has changed on me while I was canoodling away with my last boyfriend. It seems that no one asks you questions anymore? Let me start from the beginning.
I showed up at the bar first and nabbed us a spot before we were forced to awkwardly hover in a corner, nearly pouncing on the last two bar stools open. Shrugging off my coat and feeling the first of the butterflies start to dance, I ordered myself a fancy beer to calm my jitters- liquid courage always had my back, wink face. Smiling at the bartender, I took a frat-house-worthy chug while I tried to avoid staring at the door, waiting for him to come through it. I didn't have to wait long though, and I shot him shy little glances as he settled in on the stool next to mine, explaining all sweetly flustered how he was usually a better gentleman than this. He was cute, like really cute. So cute that I put my chin in my hand and just smiled at him for a minute.
But then he opened his mouth. And it all went downhill. We went through the usual first date dance, where you ask about work and friends, share funny little anecdotes and try your best to make each other laugh. He told me he grew up in Europe and went traveling there last year, and me being an avid backpacker myself, I jumped at that and asked him what his favorite city was. He answered by talking about post-communist governments and the mobsters that run them. O-oh, you don't- ahem- you don't say. That's some heavy stuff for the first thirty minutes of a date, but m'kay, let's try it your way and roll with it. Not really getting a, you know, answer to that question I asked again what his favorite city was. He went on to explain how his friend has three PhD's but drives a taxi. I guess we're again choosing to go with the corruption answer- let me just scrap this here question off the list. Deciding to move on, I asked if he still had any family there and he told me about his uncle that lives in seclusion in the mountains with a goat. Right. Choosing to glide over the weirdness of that there, I instead smiled and nodded my head encouragingly. And waited for him to ask me something. Anything.
So I instead tossed out tidbits, hoping he'd nibble on the bait and bite so I can reel it in. He didn't. So I decided to ramble on, at least enjoying the conversation with myself. And it was great; I made the both of us laugh and I was charming and I even had an opportunity or two to bat my eyelashes and playfully touch his hand. But as I did that I didn't feel that little spark- the one that starts getting you nervous for that moment where you stand on the sidewalk and smile nervously at each other, wondering who will make the first move. There was none of that, so I excused myself to the bathroom where I texted my best friend Tom to see where he was. It turned out he was two blocks away and so a plan to blow this joint was hatched. I quickly told him I'd try to weasel away in the next thirty minutes, and I proceeded to take some time washing my hands so I can think of an appropriate excuse.
But it turns out I didn't have to worry so. I came back to my seat, smiling and ready to say something charming, when he turned to me and asked "So, shall we go?" My brows rose. Excuse me? I was the one that was supposed to cut things short, not you. I mean, I was the date- what did he even contribute? Confused and slightly miffed, I put on my coat and followed him outside. We stopped on the sidewalk and looked at each other, smiling. I was about to offer what a lovely time I had with him when he stuck his hands in his pockets and smiled. And after a brief pause went "Well...I guess the verdict is still out for next time."
Excuse me? I mean, I know I don't like you but you should at least like me. I was the fun one- did I not entertain you thoroughly enough back there? Because a few times you laughed so hard that you threw your head back, mister. Rightfully miffed, I just nodded my head, hugged him goodbye, and went the opposite way down the block. And began thinking of names I'd give my brigade of cats.
SKIRT: c/o Dressed in the Dark Vintage| TURTLENECK: c/o Voyeur Vintage| BOOTIES: Macy's (similar ones are in Target right now!)| SHIRT: Forever 21
But cats aside, let's talk about my gorgeous skirt. This is one of those vintage beauties you stumble upon every now and then, and I can't get over how pretty the colors of this piece are. Talk about spring heaven. I nabbed this one from Dressed in the Dark Vintage, a small Etsy boutique that hunts down plaid dresses, toggle coats, sailor collar summer frocks, and floral skirts like nobody's business. And they're actually reasonably priced, with most tags hovering around the $20 mark. When I got this in the mail I instantly knew I wanted to keep the style of the look light and fresh, so I opted to choose other soft colors. I made the skirt more modern by adding suede grey booties, and I layered a chambray shirt underneath a sleeveless turtleneck for a bit of a layered, more interesting look (and I feel like the chambray helps it look more modern, too). I feel like a total dream in this outfit!
And here are some of my other favorite picks from Dressed in the Dark, to give you an idea what they have!: