This tall, skinny, guy arrived to pick me up. He was wearing an old t-shirt, a pair of royal blue sweatpants that said BRONCOS down one leg, and dirty Asic Gel tennis shoes with horribly huge tongues sticking out. I took one look at him and wondered, What have I gotten myself into? I happily climbed into his '80-something, black Grand Am and rode to the mall. (Yeah, we had a lot of dates at the mall.) It was that very shopping trip that I talked him into purchasing a brand new, stylish pair of Nikes. I had a hard time being seen with a guy who wore Asics and sweatpants.
Years later, we were still together and I confessed to him that I used to be embarrassed by the way he dressed in the early nineties. By this time, he was wearing Ralph Lauren sweaters and Structure jeans. I fixed him. He agreed that he didn't know what he was thinking and it became a big joke to us.
Am I the only one who was once embarrassed by their future spouse's appearance???