"Wait, I'm not your dog!"
"I never said you are," I shrugged. I checked on him again from head to toe and sighed, "Why are you overdressing like this? I appreciate that you want to impress me on this first date, but I am a twenty-seven years old woman. All I want is a normal date."
This guy seemed to have found a way to flex. He raised his chin and scoffed, "Heh, overdressing? I'm not overdressing. It's because I'm just so handsome and good looking that every clothing I use will look perfect on me."
I rolled my eyes. Not that I deny that. This guy indeed had a model-worth face. But that didn't excuse him. "I know that you want to impress, but really, I'm a simple woman. I don't need my date to look so flashy and attract attention just because he is too damn handsome."
