Tonight I accompany an old friend to a wedding. He'll be picking me up in about an hour and right now I'm having a rare kind of a problem: not knowing what to wear (lame, I know. Not original at all. But go on reading..) because there are more options than just one that doesn't make me feel all that awful. I actually liked at least two outfits pretty good, another one was alright, too. This is confusing to me. Usually I'm pretty unhappy as soon as I have to drees up the slightest bit. Not today. I consider myself at least okay if not even quize pretty in my clothes. That's good I think. I just hope my mind does not play tricks on me. Now I will pick whatever I might still look pretty in after all the beer I intend to drink tonight.
No, seriously now. I think it must have to do with the fact, that there will be nobody I'm really interested in or with an opinion I care about too much. If at all. I like the guy I'm goin with, he used to be my roommate. And the brother of the groom. But both have known me for so long, they probably won't pay attention to what I'm wearing. It's going to be interesting. I give these clothes now a final testing in front of the mirror. Whatever looks best when I linger on the edge of my seat, back curved and posture awful will be the winner....
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