Ha! I stood in front of my full length mirror and that was all I could think of. Ha. I looked like a clown, Siobhan had seen to that. Her fashion sense and mine were two completely different things. She stood behind me at the mirror and smiled.
See? You look great! she said, admiring the knee length skirt and pinkish mauve top she had put me in.
I shook my head, I couldnt think of anything else to do. I made a face as I regarded the top once more, I hated pink. I truly hated the color pink. I sighed and turned, grasping Siobhan by the shoulders and marching her out of my bedroom. Id wear what I owned, and if Siobhan didnt like it, then oh well.
I glanced in the mirror once more before removing the top and the skirt. I couldnt show up like that, it just wasnt me. Not to mention the fact that I didnt want this woman to think I could afford those kinds of clothes, I was a graduate student who bartended on the weekends to pay her rent. Thank god for scholarships.

I rummaged through my closet, I had no idea what this date would hold, but I decided on casual. A simple pair of untorn jeans and my favorite CBGBs shirt. I had gotten it when I was 15 at a show there. Originally from the New York area, this shirt was all the ties I had to my home coast.
I stood in front of the mirror once more and shook my head. Now I looked too punk. I gave a small groan before removing the shirt and stepping out into the living room where Siobhan was sitting.
Shivv. I groaned.
I think that looks a little too Madonna for a first date sweetness. Siobhan said with a smirk.
I need a shirt that isnt pink. I scolded.
Siobhan laughed and moved towards her room, I dutifully followed. I wanted to impress, but my wardrobe wouldnt allow much of that. I had a standard, torn jeans and faded t-shirt kind of look. Albeit artistic, it wasnt the sort of style that screamed Im a grade A person!
My roommate returned from her closet a second later with a bluish gray tanktop. She tossed it my direction with a smirk.
You know, I could charge you for this. She said as I slipped the tank top over my head.
But you wont. my words were muffled by the soft fabric.
I gave her a plastered smile before moving to grab my blue dickies work jacket from the coat hanger. It matched. I didnt want to look like Siobhan when I went out, so this would be a happy medium. I stood in front of Siobhan, widening my arms in a what do you think? motion.
Siobhan smirked and shook her head. She always said I looked too much like a New York City crack addict when I went out. Most of it was truth. I didnt really care too much about things like style. I wore whatever I wanted to. When I was working however, I always tended to borrow something of Siobhans. You dont make good tips when you look like youve just stepped out of an opium den, or so my boss told me when I started there.
You look fine. Should I expect you home tonight? she said with a grin.
Very funny. You know Im not like that. And I wasnt.
I had had my party days when I was a teenager. Part of the beauty of growing up in a house where no one really noticed you. I was over that phase of my life, and I wasnt usually the type of person who jumped into bed with a pretty face either. Then again, I had my moments just like everyone else.
I know I knowhave fun, be careful and dont talk too much about film okay? That tends to be where you go wrong. She said with a smile before heading into the kitchen.
I shook my head slightly before grabbing my keys off the hook, heading out the door.