The LBD files

For those of you not savvy: LBD = little black dress. Allow this tale to begin with one LBD and where it led me to. (Sadly, the dresses I am about to describe are no longer on the web, so I cannot provide pics) .

I ventured out one steamy evening in my black and gray Free People jersey dress. I'm going to try my best at a description: black jersey babydoll, knee length, with gray stitching that crosses the front and wraps around the empire waist and ties. Also, very low cut in the front and back - but would you expect anything less from me? Anyhow, I rocked this little number all throughout the winter with a pair of brightly colored leg warmers (courtesy H&M), my canvas maryjanes and a scarf. The jersey may have been a little heavy for a July evening in Boston, but I preferred to think of it as "summer black" and threw on a pair of Roxy flip flops and modestly wrapped a pashmina around my decolletage on the way to the Paradise to see Maximo Park. I accessorized with my "Bulletproof" necklace and a lovely maroon ribbon in my hair (a gift from Anne-Marie). Well, let's just say this dress worked it magic that night. I attracted the attention of numerous gents (even Dave Duncan, who is known in our tight knit circle my much less flattering names) and a gaggle of Brits. Out of the Brits, 4 stand out: Stephen (forever to be known as the Professor), Ollie (the Research Scientist) and Paul and Mike (the travelers). I managed to hold the attention of Stephen and Ollie throughout the night (with careful eyelash batting and twinkling smiles) but ended up leaving the club with Paul and Mike. Mike, audibly expressed how much he liked my dress and the way it showed off my assets, but Paul was the victor, as I took him home with me.
In addendum, I had a "date" the following week with the Professor and, in an effort to appear casual, wore my little black tank dress (mentioned in a previous post) with a white tank and red flops and the tree necklace from Laura. He later confessed to me that he rather likes my dresses, having only seen two of them.

The moral of the story - never underestimate the power of a little black dress.