My mother was an old fashioned Southern Lady. She referred to guests who were boys as "gentlemen callers". When I was sixteen, I had a date with a boy. I was thrilled that he had asked me out. I was upstairs in my room getting ready when I heard the doorbell ring. When I came down the stairs my mother was sitting there reading a book, and my date was no where to be found. I asked my mother where he was. She replied "Oh, you would not have believed how he was dressed! He had on a white t-shirt with stains on the front! I asked him if he was calling on my daughter in that shirt. I assume he went home to change." I felt a mixture of anger, embarrassment and severe disappointment. My mother said, "Hopefully, he will come back dressed more appropriately, and if not, well, no big loss". Sure enough, fifteen minutes later, my date appeared at the front door wearing a botton down dress shirt, with the price tag hanging in the back collar!--lol