Friday 1st December 1972
Liverpool, England
6.05pmFriday had come round faster than it should've done. Before I knew it, I was picking out an outfit.
Tim had come round a little early to help. I'd managed to narrow down most of my options and was left to choose between two different outfits now.
The first was a cosy blue turtleneck paired with my favourite plain black miniskirt, no pleats or anything. The plan was to combine it with some thigh-high black socks and some equally high black leather boots as well as a pair of sunglasses. Hopefully the socks and boots would keep my legs from getting cold as we walked there.
My second choice would have a pair of loose fitting beige trousers and a white collared shirt. Tim had taught me to tie a tie a while back, and since then I'd incorporated ties into many of my outfits, like this one. I'd have a blue tie with white polka dots, as well as a black waistcoat.
"So, Tim. Which one d'you think I should wear?" I often asked his opinion on final decisions.
"That one. It looks amazing on you." Good. He pointed to the one I preferred.
I gestured to the door. "Out then, lemme change." He did as he was said, trudging out of the room.
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7.13pm
It was nearly quarter past seven and Tim and I had been in the middle of a game of Scrabble in the front room when we heard a couple knocks from the front door. That must be John.
I rose to my feet to open the door, pleased to see John standing there. He was dressed well. When he asked, I told him smart-casual just to be safe since I wasn't too sure what anyone else would be wearing.
He had on a nice collared striped shirt which suited him well, showing off his torso in all the right places, along with some jeans.
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