Last night I met my soul mate. As I walked in to Pacific Trading Co., I was so unaware so oblivious to the beauty and enchantment that I would encounter there on that evening. Hanging in the back was my little black dress, the one that I had been waiting to meet forever. I gently took off the rack and held it in the light, swaying it slightly as to see the magnificent swirl of the filmy skirts.
When I tried it on, it fit perfectly, clinging to my waist and hips and flattering my hour-glass figure. The skirt was full and twirled as I walked in the hall to look in the big mirror. It was so beautiful, and with it I was beautiful too. "Where will you wear it?" my mom asked. But I tossed the ridiculous question aside, simply answering, "Oh...you know."
The point was, once this dress became a part of my life, I would have to accommodate it appropriately. Dinner dates would have to be made, weddings to go to, bat mitzvahs to attend. Homework and silly school obligations would obviously have to be eliminated for the sake of the dress. You would no longer find me babysitting on Friday nights, dressed up as a detective with a fanny pack around my waist and police badge displayed on my chest. No way! I would be out on the town, clipping around on black pumps and adorned with diamonds, taking my dress out on a date.
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