Let's face it. Dating is the social version of a job interview. Who among us hasn't headed for Bloomie's after we've revamped the resume? Same can be said for jumping back on the dating circuit.
I've taken a swing at Mystery Date without the little plastic door. Otherwise known as Match.com. The wardrobe selection was my favorite feature of the Milton Bradley game. Some things never change.
Cocktails? Little black dress and heels. Lunch? A cute skirt or daytime dress, kitten heels or boots, depending on season. Starbucks? Jeans, a great little jacket, heels.
So the concept of dating fashion disasters somewhat alludes me. I think I've got it down pat. However, I am not above asking for help. A month ago, I was meeting a cool guy from New York for a day of art followed by a swank dinner overlooking the Pacific. I confess to text polling several girlfriends. Four suggested white jeans and a cute jacket. One preferred the black and white polka dot sundress and black patent heels. I went with the dress which was quite a hit.
Two weeks later, I was attending an alumni function with some friends at Trader Vic's in the Beverly Hilton. While this technically was not a date, one of the friends was an attractive male friend. I'm wearing the polka dot dress which has a very straight skirt with a back slit. As I get out of the car, I can feel the slit ripping. As I get to the bar, I ask the hostess for a safety pin. No such luck. So, I spend the rest of the evening walking in back of my friends. Note to self: Always carry safety pins in purse.
Tights run, slits split, stuff happens.
And we haven't even gotten to the male fashion disasters like Members Only jackets, ugly running shoes, and baseball hats!