it is spring. show some leg.

"Would you be interested?"

« perhaps. »

"I know I'm asking a lot of you. I can't offer you a long-term commitment - not even one that will last you through the summer. I don't want to pretend to be something I'm not, and I don't want you to get your hopes up. I see our relationship as being intense, but in the end, only temporary. In a few months, I'll have to move on."

« it would be foolish to hope for more. at least you are being honest. »

"Shall we see if we fit?"

« it wouldn't hurt. »

Slatted doors, unlockable locks, and a moment of truth. Did it? Would it? —ahh, yes. Easily, even. I turned around and faced myself in the mirror - me, in a Little Black Dress.

« i think i should come home with you, » it whispered in a seductive little voice for my ears only.

"I think you should, too. I have tickets to a jazz concert on Friday, and the only two dresses I have that fit right now are clearly winter dresses."

« it is spring. show some leg. »

"You realize I haven't been able to walk into a petites section of a store to buy a dress in well over a decade, right?"

« nevertheless, we fit. »

* * * * *

For normal-sized women, shopping for a dress is a pleasurable courtship dance, conducted in the space of an afternoon. Fall into the uncharted hinterlands of Plus Sizes? Good luck - if you want something even remotely tasteful or well-made, prepare to spend a great deal of time in research and fruitless try-ons.

Total time spent shopping for, trying on, and paying for the dress?

Ten minutes.

I don't even mind that it seems to be sentient. Hopefully it likes jazz.


*grin* I think all Little Black Dresses are meant for jazz ;) and all other sorts of artsy excursions ^^ Yay!

I'm really glad that you found a Little Black Dress. I hate to break it to you, but "normal" size women 1. don't exist and 2. even if they did exist, dress shopping for any woman is misery. Dresses are those annoying outfits that require you to find someway of compromising between your mismatching top and bottom. How more annoying can you get?