I Met a Millionaire at the Dentist

Two days ago I went to the dentist and actually met a millionaire. I'd suddenly had really bad pain.
My gums were badly inflamed. I'd never had anything like it and couldn't figure out what it was. In the waiting room a nice man spoke to me. I was reading a book and he started a conversation with me. What did I think of the book, because he wanted to buy it. It's a bestseller about the economy.

That's how we got talking, and he gave me his business card. He said he would be delighted if he could invite me to dinner and talk with me more. He was charming and had charisma. The next day I called him. Beforehand, of course, I was curious and googled him. Then I was speechless. I had met a millionaire. He must be really rich. A real big shot in the real estate business. His name rang a bell. But when I looked at the business card, it didn't click right away. Insane! I've met a millionaire.
What on earth should I wear
- met a millionaire
I'm endlessly excited and still don't know what to wear:
- the little black dress
- a casual pantsuit
- tuxedo jacket, jeans and high heels
- a colorful dress
It's so difficult. First I'll book an appointment with my beautician. I hope she can quickly tint my lashes and shape my eyebrows. I can slap a face mask on myself. I want to look stunning, so that he knows exactly that he wants only me. Dreams are sometimes just smoke. He'll surely be very careful, because he can have lots of women. Why would he want exactly me?

Otherwise I have no trouble changing quickly for a date. I've already tried on twenty different outfits and thrown them in a pile. Nothing is really an option. I'll just have to run downtown quickly.
Met a millionaire: maybe one day like Pretty Woman?
I quickly drove downtown. I love the movie "Pretty Woman". It would be great if one day I could outfit myself the way she did. I don't have much money. I get by and can treat myself to something now and then.
I decided to go to my favorite store and dress rather simply. And it was a direct hit. During our evening he told me he was thrilled with my style. He likes women who know exactly what suits them and only hint at their feminine charms. I trusted my gut feeling. I met a millionaire and simply felt comfortable in my outfit. Successful men want women at their side who don't look cheap. Because Richard Gere wanted it that way in the movie, too!