All Dolled Up, No Place to Go

I was poised to have my first date in a very long time. This guy interested me. The first time that's happened in many years. He is a doctor who lives simply, thereby seeming to fit both my sexual and worldview fantasies. We arranged to meet for coffee near my apartment.

I got all dolled up because I like to look good when I meet someone. I pulled out my black heels, my fitted black skirt, a robin's-egg-blue top, black suit jacket, moonstone necklace, and dangly abalone earrings. I put on mascara, eye shadow, and blush. I even practiced walking about in the heels for good measure.

An hour before we were to meet, my date called and canceled. He didn't feel like going out and was more interested in staying home and relaxing with his dog than meeting me. He wondered if we could postpone our meeting. Yes, we sure can--indefinitely.

So now I am relaxing at home with my dog. He was groomed today, so he's especially cute. And he never stands me up.