"You’re not wearing that, are you?” I asked."

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Caitlin Learned


portraitA graduate of Culver City High School, Caitlin Learned is currently attending West Los Angeles College and intends to transfer to UCLA to pursue a degree in English. While in the K-12 system, she realized that she wanted to become a kindergarten teacher and show students that it’s fun to learn. Caitlin’s love of learning comes from her father, a former English professor who decided to leave his career so that he could help Caitlin and her sister achieve the most from school. Inspired by her father’s example, Caitlin is now on her way to becoming a teacher and fulfilling a lifelong dream.


What To Wear, What To Wear?

Honestly.  Why can’t men take the simplest directions?  They always make things so difficult.

It was five p.m. on a Saturday night; I was getting out my floor- length, silky yellow dress that looped down to the small of my back and my tall silver heels to go with it.  I hung the dress up on the rack in the bathroom and hopped into the shower.  Tonight was going to be a good night; my boyfriend and I hadn’t gone out in months because of work and so I was determined to make this night special.  When I got out of the shower I noticed that I had forgotten the slip that went under the dress in the bedroom.  I wrapped my towel around me and went to get it. 

As I walked in I saw my boyfriend standing in front of his closet, with sweats and a tank top on, looking at his clothes.  He turned to look at me.  “Hey honey, what should I wear to dinner tonight?”

“Wear whatever you want.”  I replied.  In his closet there was a new polo shirt, which I had bought him for his birthday, a pair of black Dockers, and some nice dress shoes just waiting for him to put on.

I went back into the bathroom and put on my dress.  When I returned to the bedroom to ask him to zip me up, I saw that he was wearing his favorite outfit.  He had on a superhero t-shirt, a pair of jeans ripped at the knees, and his brown flip-flops.  I stood there with my mouth open.  I couldn’t believe he was going to wear that; I just couldn’t.

“You’re not wearing that, are you?”  I asked.  My voice rising just a bit.

“Umm, yeah, I was.  I like these jeans.”

“That's not really what I meant.  We’re going out to a nice restaurant, remember?”

“Okay, then, what do you want me to wear?”

“Wear whatever you want.”  I let out an exasperated sigh.

Taylor shrugged his shoulders while zipping me up and then turned back to his closet to find another outfit.

I went back to the bathroom and started to put on my make-up.  I knew that tonight was going to be the best.  We would go to The Black Whale, have a great meal, go to the beach to watch the sun set, and then come home so the fun could really begin.  I finished putting on my make-up and looked at myself in the mirror. I really didn’t know what to do with my hair.  I went to ask Taylor what he thought I should do, but I found him standing in front of the mirror looking at himself…and he was wearing his tuxedo. 

“Why are you wearing a tuxedo?  We’re just going to dinner, not a wedding or ball.”

“Okay…then what do you want me to wear?”  Though his voice was still calm, there was a definite tension in his tone as he raised his arms up in confusion.

“Oh, just wear something nice.  You know.”  I walked away shaking my head, thinking he would look so nice in those Dockers.

Since I got no help from him on how I should do my hair, I looked in the mirror and decided to pin some of it up and let the rest hang between my shoulder blades in messy little curls.  It took a while to get my hair to work with me, but when I was

finally done I went back into the bedroom to see if Taylor got my hint and put on nice clothes.  However, when I walked in Taylor was standing in the middle of the room in his boxers staring at me.

“Is this good?”  As he turned to show off his red and orange polka dot boxers.

I looked at him standing there. I couldn’t believe it.  “Why aren’t you dressed?  We’re going to be late!” 

Taylor came over and kissed me gently on the lips.  “I love you,” he said.  “But if you don’t take out what you want me to wear – Domino’s delivers.”

He went over and sat on the bed.  I went to his closet and started taking out clothes.  “Honestly.  Why can’t men take the simplest directions?  They always make things so difficult.”

Taylor looked at me with his most serious face and shook his head.  “I don’t know,” he sighed.  “We’re just that way, I guess.”


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