Tessa ReneeIt wasn’t even scandalous. Just a fitted dress, a little leg, and heels that clicked louder than his confidence. We walked into the restaurant, and within five minutes he was whisper-yelling about how “everyone was staring.”
Newsflash: they were. But not for the reason he thought. He wanted me invisible, toned down, forgettable. I showed up unforgettable and he couldn’t handle it. By the time appetizers arrived, we weren’t arguing about the outfit anymore. We were arguing about the fact that I refused to shrink myself for his comfort.
Final Thought: If your outfit offends him, he’s not your date, he’s your hater.
Disclaimer: Dress how you want. The only approval you need is from the mirror.
Tessa Renee
