I'll say right upfront that I cant tell you where I bought this dress. I'm going to be dishing a bit of dirt here, so its probably best if I dont name names.
The year was... I dont know. It was a while ago. I was single, short on cash and just discovering vintage. Back then eBay wasn't really a thing, so I either shopped at the op shop or made my own repro dresses from vintage patterns. I didnt have any proper vintage dresses, but that was all about to change.
I picked out this blue floral polished cotton dress and instantly fell in love. (With the dress, not the guy.) It was to be my first 1950s dress, and it was only $20... Score!
As I paid for the dress, my friends gleefully tiptoed away, leaving me alone in the store with the cute guy. (They were always doing stuff like this, trying to help a sister out.) We started chatting, and before I knew it, I had agreed to meet him for a drink that night... Double score!
He responded with something like, Oh sorry, Im at home. I cant come."
Okay. Well, at least he responded!
I decided to meet up with my friends and watch some bands instead. I downed the rest of my cider and hailed a cab. Lucky for me, the driver wasnt the talkative type, and I sat in the back, silently staring out the window wondering why cute guys were such jerks.
The cab driver must have felt the weight of my silence. As I paid and went to get out, he turned to me and said in heartfelt broken English, "You look beautiful... You look like movie star.
I smiled sadly, slammed the door and went to find my friends. I may have missed out on a date with a cute guy, but at least a cab driver thought I was hot.
Weeks later, I found out the cute guy actually had a girlfriend and no business meeting girls for drinks. Suddenly I was glad hed stood me up. Plus, I got a really nice dress out of it, and thats what really counts.
Shortly after, I met a much cuter guy who never stood me up. Ever.