I only just realised I haven’t relayed the story that inspired the unbelievably entertaining What She/He Wore segments.
It was actually one of the first dates I went on since rejoining the online dating community.
We had chatted online and even had a relatively easy phone conversation, so we had agreed to meet for a coffee in Bondi.
I arrived early in order to secure an appropriate table.
You know, up the back of the room, preferably one with a difficult escape route for her.
Little was I to know it wasn’t going to get that far…
I arrived to a pleasant surprise, with her already there waiting outside for me.
The pleasant surprise ended there.
No, she wasn’t hideously ugly.
No, she wasn’t 20 years older than her picture.
In fact she was quite pretty.
She was wearing a tracksuit.
To a first date.
Now, you have probably guessed that I am an extremely tolerant person who will give anyone a chance to right a wrong.
I’m also a master of self delusion.
I said my hello, with a peck on the cheek, hoping to whiff a slight smell of gym on her. Instead, she smelled flowery and sweet.
I had to ask.
“Why are you wearing a tracksuit?”
“Oh. It’s designer.”
“No it’s not. It’s a tracksuit.”
“But a designer tracksuit. Look” (showing me the label on her perfect little ass.)
“It’s a tracksuit. You wore a tracksuit to a first date.”
“Do you have a problem with that?”
“Unless you just came from the gym, yes I do.”
I just gave her an out!
This was her opportunity to tell me that the gym was the reason for wearing a tracksuit in public, and to continue to stare at me with those gorgeously deep brown eyes across a coffee table! Please God, please make her see the escape route I just provided!
“Well, I didn’t come from the gym. I think it looks good. Now, can we have a coffee?”
“Sorry, but no. This isn’t going to go anywhere.”
“What? Because I’m wearing a tracksuit?”
“While wearing a tracksuit in public isn’t my number one fashion statement, my problem is, you wore it to a first date. With me.”
She just stared at me with a look of incredulity on her face.
Maybe she was thinking someone with a head like Quasimodo and a clear battle of the bulge going on, would accept anyone that was placed in front of him.
Okay, she was very pretty, and under the voluminous folds of tracksuit polyester, there was a hint of a rockin’ body, but to me, that made it even worse.
She wouldn’t have had to do much to make herself presentable for a first impression.
I had to call time on the argument.
“Well, thanks anyway. Good luck.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Good luck. Bye.”
I turned and walked away.
Do you think I was being harsh or unreasonable?
Would you continue on a date if they turned up dressed in a tracksuit?
At least I made an effort.
Shoes – John Fluevog
Trousers – Hugo Boss
Shirt – Marcs