Chapter 2: The Shock

Obviously, we are not going out. Is she pranking me? I relax and sit back on the sofa to see what she does next.

“What are you doing? I thought we were getting late”, she says with alarm.

“Oh please! ... you are wearing this?” I laugh.

She looks at me in confusion.

“Yeah...”, she replies, sounding confused.

I look at her confused too. The realization takes more than a few seconds.

“Are you really planning to go out wearing this?”, I ask in horror.

“Yes of course. I bought it to go to the bar”, she replies as she unlocks her phone.

“Are you crazy? You can’t go in this dress”, I exclaim in shock.

“What are you talking about?”, she asks absent-mindedly as she does something on her phone.

“This is too revealing!”, I shout out of desperation.

She looks at me. “You know we are going to a hip bar and not a temple, right?”, she asks with sincerity.

“But...” I start to say she interrupts,” I know you have never been to any nightclub...”.

She is right, I was always a good, nice man. I don’t drink, I don’t party. I don’t even have a friend who goes to nightclubs.

“ ... but girls usually wear sexy clothes”, she adds.

“But it’s not even hiding anything! I can see everything”, I scream.

“Don’t be gross” she says irritated as she opens her pocket mirror and applies her lip gloss.

“But ... you are a married woman!” I try to remind her.

She stops checking herself and looks at me angrily. “What does that mean? Because I am married, my life is over. I can’t wear sexy clothes?”, she asks angrily. “But this is too much ... why aren’t you wearing your underwear?”, I ask. “This is a tube dress, I can’t wear a bra” she declares. “Ah...” I gasp at the utter loss of words. I don’t understand why she doesn’t realize how she looks. “Why aren’t you wearing your panty?” I scream. “I tried, but the panty lines are sooooooo noticeable in this dress I had to decide against it”, she says casually.

How are noticeable panty lines an issue and not her visible pussy? I just stand there frozen thinking of my next words.

“Let’s go”, she says.

I can’t think of anything to say.

“You look like a prostitute!” I blurt it out. But as soon as it leaves my mouth I know I made a huge mistake.

Her eyes widen in shock. She is clearly offended. “What do you mean by that? Do you think you have any say in my dress? Who the hell are you to comment on my dress? This is my body! I decide!” She yells at top of her voice.

I knew as soon as the word “prostitute” came out of my mouth, I lost the argument.

“Please, I didn’t mean...” I try to calm her down.

“Stop. I am going alone. You can stay here and think how you don’t control me”, she declares and opens Uber on her phone.

I definitely can’t let her go to the bar alone in this dress. “Please. I am sorry. Really I didn’t mean it. I don’t know what came over me. Sorry! Please let’s go together” I plead.

She looks at me with angry suspicious eyes.

“You promise to not act like a neanderthal?”, she asks.

“I promise”, I say, even though I don’t clearly know what not acting like a neanderthal means. I assume not commenting on her dress is part of it.