Henry went to the classy restaurant, told the waiter he had a reservation, and then took a seat at the table where he'd be set up on a date with a lovely woman known as Emily. She was the sole child of a wealthy entrepreneur. All Henry'd have to do is capture her heart and... Well he could probably make it through the week. A few minutes later she came into the restaurant and while she was in her late twenties she was a small lady... possibly under five feet tall, and scrawny... However she was wearing an exquisite dress and knew how to accessorize. She looked around the restaurant to find her date, and Henry waved to her. Emily looked a little confused why apparently her blind date to a fine restaurant... was wearing cargo shorts and a T-shirt...
As Emily sat down she asked "So... you're Henry?"
Henry nodded and said "And you must be Emily. You're looking rather pretty tonight." It didn't take a genius to tell that Emily was very much not impressed with Henry right now... or maybe it was that she was so impressed that someone like him would have the gall to take someone out on a date to a place like this... and show up in cargo shorts and a T-shirt.
Henry coughed into his hand for a second as he felt the universe bending to give him something to use to turn things around.