Showing up with an expertly tied double windsor paired with a pocket square doesn't matter, if she thought it was casual. Sure sometimes an ill-fitted suit lacks the style of a J. Crew flannel, but on a date nothing is more important than making your companion comfortable. The grab bag we call So Cal defines casual differently, but blue skies have us repping T-shirts like Uber stickers on a Prius. Too many outings are spoiled by an effort to impress when communication and comfort often leave the desired impact.
Opening sweaters for Christmas was once a disappointment, but I look back now and take grandma's advice and invest in clothes to bridge that gap between beach bumming and black tie gala. She looked good in her favorite top and black jeans, the one he'd mentioned from her picture in their first chat. A mid 60's "cold snap" justified dragging the navy peacoat out to their local theater's Romeo and Juliet update with doomed plans to shed it upon arrival. On approach she scanned past sweatered and shawled old ladies and what appeared to be a brideless groom in search of her suitor. Then a flash of cuff links waving shocked her to find his face encircled by a three piece suit. His was the only one like it and she knew immediately they weren't on the same page.
A stigma exists barring men from swapping styles, as they would combustion specifications or NBA trade rumors, despite the fact that neither will improve their ability to attract a mate. On the other hand it would seem that sexiness is contingent on the level of discomfort her footwear affords. Clothing sends an unconscious message about investment and therefore requires consideration regardless of the nature of an outing. In a place so diverse culturally and economically it just makes sense to be clear with one's intentions and make an effort to dress accordingly, after all previewing that suit choice may be the only time she won't judge you for sending a selfie.
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