[WE109] Weekend-Engagement concept: Clothing confessions

Greetings dear readers today I give life and love to my blog in the consequent weekend initiative proposed by @galenkp, this time making me reminisce fun times but about self-love.

Clothing confessions

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What's the most embarrassing, ridiculous, funny or revealing thing you've ever worn? Explain the situation, why you were wearing it and any funny or embarrassing stories about it. Bonus points for your pictures showing you wearing the clothing.

Mini skirt and blouse with heels The queen of the night

My tastes in dressing have always been fresh and not too elaborate I tend to combine with sportswear, hippie or undergrund. Something that has never changed except for an eventuality in which maybe you have to mold a little to the situation, as happened to me a few years ago, a situation already healed and from which I learned not to be influenced by the taste of others.

Ten years ago I had a relationship with a guy who in principle was very splendid, attentive and generous, from his possibilities sometimes he would treat me with a piece of clothing or accessories that he wanted for me.

During the time we were together we were part of a Salsa line dancing company and mambo activities that made us be in constant routines of socialization where we went out events and meetings with other dancers, in that coming and going we got to know each other more and we fell in love until we established a relationship of 7 years.

For the last two years of the relationship the situation was cooling down as he was dedicating most of his time to dance and nightlife, and in parallel I was taking more care of my personal, emotional and professional development. I did attend rehearsals and some performances, but my need to grow in other aspects of my life was driving me more, apart from the economic situation that induced me to seek stability, unfortunately the temporary job as a dancer did not give me the basis to survive.

He and I were part of a company where the royalties were shared among the rest of the dancers, with the director of the group taking the biggest profit. However, we spent very pleasant moments and I learned a lot by getting to know the nightlife in nightclubs and theaters, performing on different stages, I also learned to wear different costumes for the scenes and other occasions. To dance I had my own makeup accessories, shoes and special costumes that I had made just for the presentations.

One day after those last attempts to save the relationship, my boyfriend and I were invited to go to socialize outside of rehearsals and presentations, we were always a very well regarded couple among the guild of dancers of our style and every time we went we really had a great time and we were entertained very nice.

That day he wanted to make me a gift and take me shopping to give me an outfit that he had always dreamed of for me. Very moved I accepted and together we went shopping, when we got to the store he took two items of clothing a miniskirt and a blouse with a lot of cleavage in the back and chest, by then I was very thin and I really did not look bad that way of dressing.

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When I showed him how the outfit looked he got excited and told me that I needed sandals, I really wanted to wear boots, but he raised the issue that we were going to dance all night and sandals would be the most appropriate and comfortable for that purpose. When we entered the store we saw a few, and I tried to choose a pair of sandals similar to the dance sandals that would protect my feet, since I have flat feet and sandals so high and uncovered for dancing are a torture. Ah! but he thought that a low-heeled sandals with thin braids would be more comfortable, when I put them on I saw them pretty and they did not bother me.

For him everything was perfect and so we went to his house, where I had other personal accessories, after dinner we organized to leave, but when I got dressed I did not feel comfortable to get on the sandals with the mini skirt seemed to have shrunk, really felt very short, he was amazed to see me with such an outfit, being so not to break my charm I made up and combed my hair very simple, completing it with a long black jacket that we sometimes used to cover our costumes before each presentation.

We went in a cab and when we arrived at the site there we were received with joy and entertainment, at first there was a lot of conversation, hugs and some cocktails to set the mood, and it was time to go dancing, he and I were the first guests on the dance floor, the partners liked to see us in action, there was a lot of feeling and joy that was perceived by the others, besides that sometimes we involved the group with free mambo steps and that was of great enjoyment for everyone.

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While I was dancing I had the discomfort of the skirt that was riding up and I constantly had to lower it to avoid embarrassing exhibitions, the sandals began to bother me to the point of feeling burning in my feet, creating blisters and horrible pain, was when I decided to rest, but when I resumed dancing, I could not stand them and limping I asked him to stay seated. He agreed, but after a while in silence I felt uncomfortable and suggested him to go and share some time with his friends on the dance floor.

He out of courtesy stayed with me and massaged my feet, at that moment one of his friends arrived asking me permission for him to go dance with her for just one song, I agreed and out of sympathy he accepted telling me that it would be just one song and I stayed there waiting for him to return....

Suddenly I was approached by a friend who flirted with me some time ago, but had given up because he knew I was already with this other guy, seeing me alone he asked me to dance, and with embarrassment I told him about my situation of skirt and sandals of terror, without hesitation he suggested me to take off both shoes and dance there on a carpet that was close to the table.

I accepted his suggestion and although he was not as good a dancer as my ex, he had flow and a spectacular sense of humor that made the night a lot of fun. There we spent a long time talking, dancing to various musical genres, he chivalrously ordered cocktails and canapés, he was a real charmer, until he had to leave telling me that soon he would send me company, soon my ex arrived looking at me with sandals in her hands, laughing, sweaty and with a cocktail in hand with which I said: "Cheers! Did you have fun?, he was shocked saying to me: I see you well we are leaving!

We took a cab to his house we went in silence, when we arrived I expressed my feelings about that night and many other things kept, he from his wounded Ego justified himself, recognizing in the end between tears his multiple faults and willing to pass the sandals I threw them away, the skirt I gave it away and after a year between other failed appointments, distance and broken promises unfulfilled the relationship ended.

^{All photographs are from my personal album edited in PPT as well as the pre-designed separators in the same program.}