I once tried on the majority of my wardrobe just to go to a movie with a guy. A casual evening. With someone who could care less about fashion.
You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
But I've also gone to the movies in worn-out cords and a stained shirt. With another guy who could care less about fashion.
Neither event morphed into a passionate love affair.* Apparently clothes have little to do with anything. Although I still choose to wear them. And change them.
*Oddly, the stained-shirt evening resulted in greater pursuit on the guy's part. Dirty is sexy. (Literal dirt, not Christina Aguilera "Dirty.") Nice guy, too. But I ran. 'Cause I'm hot and I'm cold....
Oh, and if you can't imagine that I would have a favorite Katy Perry song, you are wrong. This is it. It's on my iPod. I live to shock you.
Pastors' daughters, unite!
P.S. Less than a month until I see Flight of the Conchords live!
P.P.S. Today I scored tickets for U2's September show. My musical world is exploding into greatness.
P.P.P.S. I've never kissed a girl. And I'm trying to keep it that way.