Thursday date night
Zach foresaw difficulties in choosing my Thursday night date ensemble: “You have to dress to impress with the potential of staying out all night because it’s Thursday. But also, it’s only Thursday.” Frankly, my boyfriend wouldn’t care if I showed up to date night in jeans; also, I haven’t stayed out past 11:59pm on a weekday since 2008.
To start, Zach selected red high heels, insisting they’re a must to ensure my date pays. Next, he pulled out a mystery article of clothing. “Is this a shirt?” he asked.
“Nope, that’s a little black dress.”
“This is why I don’t want daughters,” he explained. “But YOU should definitely wear it on your date because it’s revealing.”
Interestingly enough, Zach claimed to know nothing about accessorizing. But he actually crushed it! The gold earrings he picked out were the ACTUAL pair I’ve worn with that dress. The bag matched perfectly too, but he had other reasons for choosing it: “It’s big enough so the guy won’t have to carry your shit at the end of the night.” This was my favorite Zach-chosen outfit thus far. Truthfully, it said more “cocktail party” than “date night,” but hey, it’s better to be overdressed than underdressed. Decked to the nines, I met up with my boyfriend for dinner; his reaction to my get-up was one of admiration and slight confusion: “Wow, you look fancy! You know we’re just going out for sushi, right?” Yeah, but I looked freakin’ hot. Well done, bro!
Bro's fashion grade: A-