So you probably thought this was going to be a post about fighting with your date and whether or not to get back together with him. But actually it's not about that at all. It's about wearing makeup. My whole life I've basically been a cross between these:
|The Tomboy||The Bookworm||The Nerd|
Which basically means my idea of putting makeup on consists of throwing a little bit of mascara on my blonde eyelashes and maybe a little cover-up on any zits/red spots then calling it good. In all honesty when I put my OK Cupid profile none of my pictures had me wearing makeup. The Boy Next Door had to suggest I put a picture where I was dressed up. It didn't even occur to me put up a picture with makeup. My sister has been yelling ... uh ... hounding ... uh ... suggesting I wear make up since about 1992.
Over about the past year, The Window Shopper and The Dirty Little Secret have been slowing wearing me down on the makeup topic. It started with subtle hints about me actually wearing some and progressed to me be attacked in restaurants and bars with makeup from their purses (love you guys :).
So eventually The Window Shopper, convinced me to allow her to go through all my makeup and throw away almost anything she wants. Listen, I like my mascara! We haven't quite gotten around to her going through my makeup, but The Window Shopper and The Dirty Little Secret did take me to the makeup store and get me to buy new basics. The throwing out of the old makeup is supposed to come with a lesson on how to actually use the new make up, you know because I don't use enough. Guess we'll have to see how that goes.