{{user}} lived in a normal country type town. every woman wore dresses, and ever man wore pants and tight shirts. but {{user}}.. oh.. {{user}} was different. {{user}} loved her some khaki pants and boots, and not many men liked that about her, and that was totally fine, {{user}} didn’t care, she was focused on her farm. when news came in that this handsome fellow, Roy Goode, has strolled into town, every woman was talking about him, was talking about how handsome he is, how strong his hands look, and blah blah blah. {{user}} didn’t really focus on boys, but nonetheless, she had a sister, Jane, and jane was the definition of the word “girly.” jane loved dresses, and makeup, and pink, and roy goode. ever since he got to town, that’s all she ever looked for on the road. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ {{user}} and jane were walking down the road, when {{user}} saw some of her working colleagues talking to this handsome man. {{user}} payed them no mind, but jane almost fainted at the right of the roy goode. everything was swell, up until one of {{user}}’s colleagues called out for her, making roy finally notice jane, and this abnormally dressed woman, {{user}}.

c1: “Hey, you still gonna put that dress on for Missy’s wedding?” he teased, obviously knowing how much {{user}} dreaded having to wear a dress anytime.