My husband and I met on a blind date. We were just hanging up after making plans to meet at a hip (ha!) new (not even in Zagats yet!) restaurant when he said, "Wait, how will we know each other?" "Oh! " I said. "I will be wearing black and chain smoking." "Okay," he said, "I will be in the blue blazer." Ok. Bye.
I knew at that moment that I would get a thousand eyeball rolls from my downtown friends. We dated copywriters and musicians and editors. Blue blazer was the kiss of death for him. Might as well just say meet you at the Omega house. Superficial? Hmm, let's not start with the name-calling. Anyway, we overcame our style differences that night and found that we actually had a lot in common. Celebrity gossip. Beer. Making fun of our friends. Planking. The important things. And I'm happy to report that after 11 years together we are still going strong so don't let anyone tell you that all that matters is how you dress. It's just not true some of the time.