joy_of_cooking
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Context: Emma is a widowed mother of four about to have coffee with a guy about half her age. She's white, with platinum-blonde hair and fair skin, and probably a few pounds heavier than she'd like.
Two questions:
Emma told herself she wasn't going to get excited about this coffee...meeting. She refused to call it a date. Nor was she going to fuss over her hair and makeup. She was too old and too busy for that nonsense, especially for a guy who was only going to run screaming the other way.
She did put on a dress. The day had dawned ten degrees warmer than yesterday, with clear blue skies. After weeks of dreary grey, Emma couldn't resist.
She picked out a fit-and-flare number in a bold floral print that fairly screamed, "Spring!" It had long sleeves and hit below the knee, a necessary concession if she didn't want to be re-applyng sunscreen all day. She added a big floppy straw hat, to shade her face.
A pair of cute beige ankle boots completed the outfit. They had a bit of a heel, more than she usually wore these days, but nothing compared to the chic stilettos languishing in the back of her closet. Those days were behind her.
Two questions:
- Is this a plausible way for a harried mother of four to dress herself, by non-porn logic?
- Is this consistent with Emma maybe caring a little more about how she looks today than she will admit?