The day after I led a fantastic hike to Cady Ridge near Lake Wenatchee, an opportunity to take my black dress out into the light presented itself. A fellow hiker asked if he could reciprocate for the nice hike with "a hot drink or a casual meal". Casual, my ass, I need to wear this dress! So I picked a Taiwanese dumpling house at Lincoln Square in Bellevue and readied the dress with shoes and a necklace.
|wasting time on FB in my LBD|
The day of the date, I was digging ditches on the Pacific Crest Trail at Snoqualmie Pass while heavy smoke from forest fires in the east hung in the air. The thought that later in the day I would be all girlied up in Bellevue was almost too much of a shift, yet I managed it with near-grace (I changed in the Issaquah Community Center's bathroom, on the way down from the Pass).
When I arrived at the meeting spot and saw Rich, his jaw slacked for just a moment, as he had been expecting to see me in hiking wear or casual attire, at best. He had no idea of my hidden agenda to get my dress out for an evening.
Two months after that first date, my dress is no longer in season, but the relationship sparked from that first date (yes, I give some credit to the dress) has endured.