By Angel Sue Date: 9 January 1998
The first time I saw the dress, I knew that dress had to be mine no matter what the cost. I saw the dress on the rack at the store and slowly walked as if in a dream to the fitting room to try the dress on. As the dress slid over my body and the blue velvet caressed my body, it make me more and more optimistic about the future. I had a cousin's wedding to attend and it would be perfect. The blue velvet had a long skirt with a slit up the side that enhanced the aura of sensuality, and the blue velvet neckband held transparent netting to the bare shoulder and backless gown.
My cousin's wedding provided the backdrop for the occasion of my transformation. Before sliding the dress on my body, I had been a giggly, jeans and sweatshirt, ponytailed girl who liked to sit on the floor and watch TV. Suddenly, I was transformed into half sophisticated lady, half sensuous siren. My bouncy walk turned into a glide, and my giggle turned into a husky and confident laugh.
I traded peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for champagne and insecurity for self-assurance. I felt magnetic, drawing very attractive young men who tried to impress me with their tales and with amusing stories. One in particular caught my fancy and he promised to write and suggested that he might be in the Washington area sometime soon.
He kept his word and he wrote. We corresponded for awhile and one day the message came that he would be traveling through Washington and could I meet him at the airport. I remember the preparation I made to go to the airport, I had to recapture the allure of the wedding. I took special care with my hair, and makeup.
Running late, I finally saw him. But something was missing. In fact, there were many things missing. The confidence, the sensual glide, the magnetism, but most of all the dress. At the airport, all he saw was the giddy, giggly, self-consious girl, a little sweaty and out of breath from running, and most likely had lipstick on her teeth. I never heard from him again.
If you have never owned anything as wonderful as a magic dress, you will probably say it was mind over matter. If you ever owned anything that remotely resembles this you know better.
The picture always brings back to me the memories of the powerful way we can allow these things to become more to us than they should be. I always remember that I want a man to love not just the powerful slinky, sensuous, confident lady, but also the little giggly, self-consious girl with lipstick on her teeth. The photo will forever hold a special place in my heart, because of the truths that were learned from that special dress.