Okay. I have officially decided that I wish to attend a USMC ball. I know, I'm terrible, but think about it! A ball... I'm a girl. I'm allowed to wish to attend a ball. In fact, it's almost expected.
Marines look all kinds of charming in their dress uniforms. Of course, attending a ball would require an actual gown. I know I dress nicely now, but it's difficult not to feel overdressed when most girls in the area abhor dresses/skirts.
I'm not sure what this kick is about not dressing as a lady, but too many females are on it. I cannot fathom why girls don't like to dress in feminine clothing. When I went over the road with my older brother, I cannot tell you how many times fellows stared at me as if I was something truly rare. It was even worse when my hair was unbound.
I just don't know. I'm too old-fashioned or something. I enjoy my femininity. I enjoy knowing that people simply cannot confuse my gender.
But back to my original thought. I want to attend a ball and thus I shall. I don't know when or by whom I'll be escorted, but I'm going to have an enchanting evening whenever I get around to it.
