Showing posts with label Gina Gershon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gina Gershon. Show all posts

14 May 2007

The only kind of date I stress about is the *girl-date*


L knew right away what I meant when she asked what my post-work plans were this week and I responded, "Monday - run, Tuesday - drinks with the ex, Wednesday - anniversary celebration with a half-gallon of Neapolitan and Serendipity, and Thursday...Thursday, oh right, I have a girl-date."

Men, on the other hand, in part out of ignorance and in part out of the undeniable reality that their default thoughts are synonymous with their most sought after but most likely - and unfortunately - unconsummated fantasy, tend not to assign the words "girl-date" to a let's-talk-about-work-and-men Carrie/Charlotte/Miranda/Samantha-esque happy hour but rather to a of scantily-clad, Champagne-inspired Gina-Gershon-and-Jennifer-Tilly-in-Bound (shown above) scenario.

But obviously (or perhaps, not so obviously given all the Monica fawning and gratuitous rack commentary), "girl-date," in the context in which I was referring to it per my conversation with L, falls into the former, less tawdry category.

For those male readers who aren't quite sure what a girl-date is, at least the kind of girl-date I'll be going on later this week, let me offer you a rough operational definition:

A girl-date is when two women who are relatively unfamiliar with one another (in my case, we met at a party) decide they want to explore a more meaningful friendship outside of their current circumstances (in my case, e-mail correspondence) and do so by setting up a meeting whereby the potential for said meaningful friendship can be more deeply explored.

For me, these dates, the dates when I might discover a new shoulder to cry on, a new acid-tongued wingwoman to have my back when I'm dragged to horrific places like Rumors, or a new number to dial when I find a mis-marked DVF wrapdress in her size buried at the bottom of a clearance bin, are much more consequential and much more anticipatory than the other kinds of dates I'm "enjoying" in my present social schedule.

But the question is...what to wear?

I have four days to decide on that perfect, not-too-sexy, not-too-trendy, not-too-trying-too-hard ensemble that will represent me without looking like I spent as much effort as I did assembling it.

Final decision - and reactions thereto - to be shared with you all on Friday morning.