Okay, I take that back. You might not be a virgin. But you are forty.
So let's picture this: What if one fine day, whilst strolling through Central Park, you envisioned this: "After forty years venturing on a planet called Earth - which included travelling of various countries and finally settling on New York - strangely and unluckily, you never met Mr Big. Despite the bizarre encounters with that French, Spanish, Brazillian and Italian men you had during your journey to pursuit for the geographically cozy and ideal settlement, they were not giving you that Mr Big vibe - they were slanted more towards Aidans and Aleksandr Petrovskys.
Just when you've decided to give up hope, you glanced upon a relatively familiar silhouette that reflected upon The Lake. You were baffled. You couldn't believe who you saw.
It was a reflection of yourself. Just then you had this idea: "If there are no existing decent forty something year old single men, why not just marry yourself?"
That gave you a perfect excuse for purchasing that overly costly and extravagant Giambattista Valli shirt-meets-tulle dip dyed yellow couture gown. Not to mention you might even want to turn up in that Alexander McQueen lacey gown from fall too. You think that purchasing two gowns is irrational, but who would (or could) even stop you from doing so? Even your other half (self) agrees to your achievements.
Imagine if you had an extended after party, you then need to change out into something more comfortable, but you'd want to have a gown on still. You could either take that creamish pink Delpozo gown, or that colourfully striped Rosie Assoulin dress. What if you wanted both? Could yourself stop your-self?
Eventually, you succumbed to the temptations and lies that you tell yourself "I'll wear this dress again" and bought all. Would you scold yourself, or would your other self agree to your actions?
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