Chapter 9
Not only do I wake up the next morning hideously late and with embarrassing bags under my eyes, but I also have a big problem, in fact a huge problem to solve: what should I wear? I’m going out with Daniele tonight and I’d like to look nice.
I stand in front of my wardrobe with the doors wide open in a contemplative state while I think about inventing any old excuse to cancel. Why should I cancel, I hear you say? Simple: because once again today, as for the last twenty years, I have nothing to wear. After dismissing anything that’s too low-cut, too short or too see-through for the occasion (because I don’t want to look like someone who puts out straight away), I’ve already ruled out a sizeable chunk of the potential options. If I then exclude my overly serious and sad office we
