I checked my makeup in my compact as I waited for Tom to come meet me. He was late. Again. Work. I had spent two months making myself look good for him and now this. It was our one year anniversary that night. I wore a sleeveless, gold cocktail dress that I had to lose ten pounds to wear properly. It was very form-fitting, backless, showing just a hint of cleavage. It was classy enough that it fit in in that downtown loun...