I can understand what you're talking about. I was once on a first date with a very lovely, petite divorced Hispanic woman about thirty. Took her to a nice place for dinner. I was all suited, buttoned-up, and bow tied, which she was getting a big kick out of. We got onto the topic of a wedding I'd been to at which the bride had worn an AWFUL wedding gown, all bare-armed, bare shoulders, bare neck. She agreed, and said that when she'd married her cheating idiot of an ex-husband, she'd worn an ultra-traditional bridal gown. "Damned shame," I said, "it was wasted on him." Later on, we get back to her place. She got me a drink and said, "Give me a few minutes." So I'm sitting there on her sofa in my suit and bow tie, sipping my drink. She was gone what seemed a LONG time, when finally I hear a noise coming back down the hallway. She emerges into the living room wearing this HUGE, GORGEOUS bridal gown! Long poofy sleeves, VERY high collar running WAY up her throat, a HUGE train over a crinoline, all the ruffles, lace, frills, and beading you can imagine. She was wearing this incredibly beautiful tiara headpiece with a HUGE full, traditional veil - with the blusher over her face. In her hands she had a white rose silk bouquet. I stood up, putting down my drink. She walked slowly over to me. I carefully lifted her blusher and folded it back over her head with the rest of her veil, drew her to me and kissed her. We ended up on the sofa for the LONGEST time just kissing like crazy. One of the most romantic evenings I've had.
Is it normal to have a dress fetish?
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I can understand what you're talking about. I was once on a first date with a very lovely, petite divorced Hispanic woman about thirty. Took her to a nice place for dinner. I was all suited, buttoned-up, and bow tied, which she was getting a big kick out of. We got onto the topic of a wedding I'd been to at which the bride had worn an AWFUL wedding gown, all bare-armed, bare shoulders, bare neck. She agreed, and said that when she'd married her cheating idiot of an ex-husband, she'd worn an ultra-traditional bridal gown. "Damned shame," I said, "it was wasted on him." Later on, we get back to her place. She got me a drink and said, "Give me a few minutes." So I'm sitting there on her sofa in my suit and bow tie, sipping my drink. She was gone what seemed a LONG time, when finally I hear a noise coming back down the hallway. She emerges into the living room wearing this HUGE, GORGEOUS bridal gown! Long poofy sleeves, VERY high collar running WAY up her throat, a HUGE train over a crinoline, all the ruffles, lace, frills, and beading you can imagine. She was wearing this incredibly beautiful tiara headpiece with a HUGE full, traditional veil - with the blusher over her face. In her hands she had a white rose silk bouquet. I stood up, putting down my drink. She walked slowly over to me. I carefully lifted her blusher and folded it back over her head with the rest of her veil, drew her to me and kissed her. We ended up on the sofa for the LONGEST time just kissing like crazy. One of the most romantic evenings I've had.