You may have an absolutely gorgeous ensemble of top of the line shirts, tees, trousers, cargoes and jeans but then it's just never enough for that date in which you decide to tell him about your love for him. You start off by trying out one tee after another, something in sky blue or baby pink thinking to yourself that blue would make you look cool and pink would make you look cute! And then to your disbelief you discover that there's a bright red tee staring at you from the shelf which has HOT written all over it! You're left utterly confused.
Suddenly by divine intervention, it dawns upon you that sporting a casual look would probably send signals to your date that you're casual (read careless) about everything. So, you start finding the perfect formal shirt that would go with the evening. White is always in and so is black but unfortunately, you wore them before in your first two meetings and you don't want to seem repetitive with clothes. You skim through your cupboard with a frantic pace and then you suddenly realize that you're running late already!
And then you see yourself in the mirror. Oh my god! I haven't shaved. I haven't had my bath yet. Where's the CK that I bought? Where's is the goddamned sexy Jockey that he likes? Where are my lenses? Where in the world is my deo? So without wasting a single moment you decide to rush into the shower. After a hurried shave and shower, you come out and spray copious amounts of deo on your body. You then stand in front of the mirror in probably a towel (sometimes nothing) and begin to think, oh fuck, age is showing on my love handles, and if by any chance you spot a gray hair, you're finished! But then you think, I can always have those annoying gray hairs colored. Oh why didn't I get them colored. Damnit! Since you are still undecided about what to wear you do a 'Eeny Meeny Miney Moe' and pick up a shirt from the cupboard, wear it and then decide 'Nah! this one is not good enough'. You fling it on the bed which already has a mountain of clothes piled up on it. Then you pick another one and then another before settling for a final one which is a wrinkle free light blue shirt with faint dark blue stripes and think to yourself, Yeah, this one looks good! I hope he likes it as well. And then wryly smile, the clothes are anyways not going to stay on long enough! ;-)
You take the tube of gel and apply it on your wet hair for that wet look. You wash your lenses and then inevitably drop them. You desperately search for them and find them in one unreachable corner of the loo. You wash them again and by the time you finish wearing them your cell phone starts howling! Uff! Who in the world is it? You rush out and see that it's your date calling.
Your date: "Where are you? I am on my way."
You (trying to cover up the delay): "Oh, I am on my way too. Will be there on time."
Your date: "Ok, see ya there."
As you finish, you realize that there's no way that you can reach on time unless they invent time travel. So you decide - Ok, let's move it before it's too late. You take the car keys, lock the door and rush downstairs in the lift. Rush to the car, start it and navigate your way through one smalls lane after another to avoid traffic snarls and then finally you reach the plush restaurant. As you park your car off the kerb, you seen your date standing there looking as gorgeous as ever and smiling at you. You kill the engine and get out of the car and walk towards him. You suddenly see his face turning crimson and as you go nearer to him, you feel that he is certainly uncomfortable with something in you. You start thinking - Hmmm....everything seems Ok to me! Why is he staring at me like that?
You finally reach him and are about to give him a hug when he pushes you away and says - "Where are your pants?" :-)