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I've become one of "those" women. The ones that look at their sweetheart before going out on a dinner date and make some veiled critical comments about what they're wearing. "Oh, are you going to wear those sneakers?" I said. We all know what the really translates into--"Omigosh, you are NOT going out to dinner wearing those crappy sneakers ARE you????!!!"

But in my defense, he didn't know the place we were going for his birthday. He didn't know it was a sort of urban chic spot and that while jeans and a nice shirt were fine, grubby sneakers just would have made him feel uncomfortable. I gently suggested his black cowboy boots and he was glad I did. So maybe it's a part of my job as "the girlfriend" to help him gauge what to wear out to dinner.

Let me tell you who could have used some help. The table next to us. Three couples, the dudes all on one side, the ladies on the other. All the guys had the same short haircut, some variation on a blue button down shirt and dockers. I looked at my sweetheart with his goatee and tousled hair and I realized I was so thankful that he is an "individual" in his dress that he could have worn his sneakers if he wanted. That would have been just fine.