I was going through a dry spell, so I called my sister and asked her to help me find a date. She reluctantly agreed, and she said I had better be nice to the woman she chose. I told her I was always nice, but she disputed this. I do like good looking women, and my sister has long known I can be a bit mean when talking about some of them later. I promised I would be a model brother, so she found someone for me.

When she called to give me the details, she told me to wear my gray suit. We would be meeting at a local restaurant for drinks, and we would have dinner if everything went well. She told me that the woman I was meeting was a brunette named Lauren, she would be wearing a red dress and carrying a large black purse. It seemed easy enough, and I made sure I was there a few minutes early.

I noticed her as soon as she stepped into the restaurant, and I hurried over to say hello. She wasn’t the prettiest woman I had ever seen, so I was sure this was the reason my sister had never introduced us. We had a great time trading jokes and stories over a drink, and I asked her if she’d like to have dinner with me. Everything was going well until I called her Lauren, and she said that wasn’t her name.

It turned out that I wasn’t the only man in a gray suit meeting a woman in a red dress for drinks and dinner. We looked around the restaurant, and she spotted another couple in the same colors. Going over to their table, we introduced ourselves and invited them to have dinner with us. It all worked out in the end, and now we’re all close friends.