going out for the evening

Holiday Season although the night is super casual

My husband, I have to say, always looks great. He is beautiful, a combo of Indian and Polish, perfect skin, dark hair, gorgeous intelligent wide deep brown eyes. He's also a metro dresser -- incorporating the god given talent of gay men that are thankfully influencing the straight world. My husband, like this own father, has a strong sense of style. He doesn't want to wear what everyone else is wearing, he's not trendy but very unique unto himself. He knows how clothes should properly fit and has exacted this to an enviable degree.

Of the two of us, I'm much more casual. Tonight, I put on a pair of satin trousers and knew that I could not pair it with a satin blouse -- too shiny. I was stymied a bit by my options -- although there are a lot of good ideas hanging in my closet, actually putting them into play is a different thing. I grabbed a drab black cotton blouse. My husband asked me if I was going as Johnny Cash. He commented that it was the holiday season and I defensively responded that it was a casual get together and we weren't expected to show up as elves. Fuck. I wasn't about to put on a red sweater with shiny satin pants -- no fucking way. So I pulled out some kind of leathery-gray pants, a silk blouse and about an hour into our evening a drink was spilled all over the approved outfit and, thank god I always pack a back up, I changed into something more comfortable anyway.

Dressing up with Type A people is really hard. If you cannot find a local support group -- please feel free to contact me. I get it.