She showed up in a casual dress.
I took one look at her and said, “I’ll be right back. I need to change.” I went upstairs and put on my own dress.
As I went upstairs a little voice in my head was saying, "What the hell are you doing? Why are you changing clothes? What is this all about?"
My point exactly.
This change of clothes prompted a really great conversation as we made our way down the hill to the pub. It’s actually a conversation that I have had a few times now.
When you get dressed, who is it for?