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I thought I looked amazing before my date.
Hair perfect.
Outfit perfect.
Makeup flawless.
I even stood in front of the mirror for five full minutes admiring myself like a woman who had finally defeated stress.
The man picked me up, complimented me immediately, and the date was going surprisingly well.
We were laughing, talking, and honestly vibing so much that I started thinking, “Wow. Maybe love is not avoiding me after all.”
Then disaster struck.
We had just entered the restaurant when I noticed a woman staring at my feet with deep concern.
At first I ignored her.
Then another person looked.
Then another.
That was when fear entered my soul.
I slowly looked down.
And nearly collapsed spiritually.
One shoe was black.
The other was dark blue.
Not similar shades.
Completely different colors.
To make things worse, my bag was brown.
I suddenly understood why the waiter had looked confused when I walked in.
I wanted the ground to open immediately and accept me.
Meanwhile this man noticed my expression and asked, “What happened?”
I whispered, “Look at my shoes.”
This man looked down, paused for two seconds, then started laughing so hard he had to hold the wall.
Not small laughter.
At this point I was already planning to relocate and start a new identity somewhere peaceful.
But after he finally calmed down, he looked at me smiling and said, “Honestly? I was wondering if it was fashion or a cry for help.”
Unfortunately, I laughed too.
And somehow that embarrassing moment ended up becoming the funniest part of the entire date.
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