In my defense, I have never told anyone they were too picky. Picky is good. Hold out for kindness and true love.
Obsession 1: Being Asked to Dance
Okay, so guess what? I got asked to dance by TWO (2) of the Cool Kids as well as guys at my level at swing dancing, and I never even asked anyone to dance. Oh wait, I think I hinted madly at once of my classmates and he said "It's too fast for me." But--woot!--six different leads asked me to dance, and I chalk it up to the following:
1. I was wearing sneakers (plimsolls).
2. I was wearing a skirt, a T-shirt and small jewellery.
3. I had braided my hair and stuffed the ends of the braids under a jolly red kerchief, such as ladies might have worn in the 1940s or 1950s or in the fields at in any agrarian decade.
4. I did not spend much time conversing with people.
5. I stood at the side of the dance floor, bobbing to side to side, watching the best of the dancers with rapt interest and enjoyment.
6. I smiled a lot. A LOT.
7. I apologized only once for messing up.
8. I did not look at men who approached from the side.
9. I listened to the most sought after lead to tell me about his week until a girl came over and asked him to dance. I went for my coat--and then he asked me to dance. I suspect even a fantastic dancer sometimes wants to be found interesting for something other than dancing. Presumably Fred Astaire went golfing once in a while, or collected stamps, or read Proust.
10. I danced as well as I possibly could. I had just taken two classes, after all.
Obsession 2: Clothes
A Single with a boyfriend (let's call her a Static Single) showed me photos of a young female relation in a bright red dress of which she did not approve. The relation was very pretty indeed, but the dress was not. I am not a fan of dresses that make breasts look like twin suns appearing over the horizon. I guess they're okay on glamorous movie stars at parties or in pin-up photos to be cherished by troops overseas. But I don't think they look very nice on pretty young girls. Whereas such a dress might improve the appearance of some actresses or some 40- or 50-something, they really don't do justice to youthful beauty.
The young female relation has a serious boyfriend, so I comforted the Static Single by pointing out that the dress wasn't ruining her marital hopes or anything, and the worst that could happen is she would distract other men around, which might alienate other young women. But, yeah, it was incongruous. It was too old for her, if you know what I mean.
It's funny. Women over 30 start thinking about clothes being "too young" for them, but women under 30 don't think clothes are "too old" for them just because they are sexy. They seem to think something is "too old" because it is too frumpy or ill-fitting. But that's not the same thing at all, and nobody should wear frumpy clothes in public anyway. Something is "too old" when it doesn't really match your appearance. If you look like a saintly milkmaid, then pretty, floaty dresses are for you. If you look like a sassy old boot, a tight black mini-dress fastened with gold safety pins might actually look good.
I do not look like a sassy old boot but like Lizzy Siddal's