The best part of fall? Dates. On rooftops. In boots and rompers. With schmancy cocktails in hand. The worst part of fall? Falling for someone.
I went. I got a feel. And to be honest, I'm not sure I know how I feel about the feels I felt. Perhaps by the end of this blog, I will have explained what went down so I can have a better idea of how I felt about it all...and so will you.
Dresses are fancy. Sandals are a sometimes shoe. No one carries a purse. Thick thighs will be noticed. Lotion is required. Brains tie this look together for one stunning, sexy presentation.