I was once given mussar to by a rav who I went to speak to with a potential shidduch. The rav asked me why I was dressed so casual for a date. I was not wearing a Jean skirt. I dressed in nice bigdei choll: blouse, vest and a skirt. It wasn’t fancy enough for the rav. He expected shabbos clothing, even well into the shidduch process. I didn’t even realize I had done something wrong until he told me. I felt ashamed, but I remembered it.
