The text exchanges were brief. I gave her my address, told her she could wear whatever she wanted, but I for one would be in my best. I over-thought this one to death before clarifying that I was joking and would not be wearing my very best, just my almost-best, and whatever she wanted to wear would be perfect. But probably not white. She’d sent back a “Haha” and I overanalyzed it for an hour.
I love this man
