Sweatpants and Tuxedos

When I was a sophomore I used to run around the neighborhood to stay in shape. One Saturday evening I had just returned from a run when there was a knock at the door. I answered to see Brian Ridenour dressed in a tuxedo. To say the least, I was mortified. I was in sweatpants, I was sweaty, my hair was a disaster and I'm sure I stunk. He came in and told mom and I that he was taking Martina to the prom that night but he didn't know where she lived and he needed directions. Mom said that I could just go with him and show him where the house was. I almost fainted. How embarrassing. So I went with him. We actually did talk thank goodness. To sit there in silence would have been a slow painful death. Then as we pull up I start to get out. He tells me that they can drop me off. I explained that I'm already in my running outfit so I may as well run home. In all reality I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Soon after, Brian left on his mission. When he returned the first thing he did was ask me out. He told me he always wished that he could have taken me to prom that night. Soon after our first date we were married. Now we go running together sweatpants and all, but we also like to get dressed up sometimes too. This time we are either both in sweatpants or both in our fancies.