Bitten, Smitten!

I went to a Theater Department party a couple of weeks ago. The theme was 'vampire.' (Which we were not told before showing up. I'd say it's just as awkward showing up to a costume party with no costume as it is the other way around.) Apparently, Vampire means as-little-clothing-as-possible-in-black-and-red.
Miranda and I decided we would have felt like we fit in more if we had simply kept our outfits, but taken our shirts off.
My date showed up an hour (or so) late, and told me I "looked okay," then stared at a girl running around in a corset, fishnets with garter belt, and black panties, and said, "She looks goood!"
N.M.R.N.R.