I was in my sophomore year of college when I stumbled my way into a date with Julia. She was three years older than me, 22 to my 19, and I'd caught her glancing at me one day in class and figured that I'd take a chance.
We went out to dinner a few nights later, I drove and she walked from her apartment. I dressed up, she didn't. I tried to apologize but she stopped me with a kiss. "As long as you're comfortable, I don't give a fuck what you wear." I appreciated the honesty. I went back to my car, took off my suit coat and tie and threw them on top of the overnight bag with my clothes, too... Continue»