A couple years ago, a co-worker told me that she couldn’t imagine me in a wedding dress. It was implied that because I was such a lazy dresser that the idea I picked out a pretty dress, had someone do my hair, and then got married sounded far-fetched. This was not insulting. It was very true.
Times have changed. I
mostly take showers before work. And I use a hair dryer. It’s almost like I’m a supermodel. Almost.
Anyway, I did get married one time. About five and a half years ago. And I wore a dress.