So I am definitely not the girl that can wear white without spilling on it. I often have to throw away clothes because the dry cleaner can’t remove a particular stain. I find it absolutely hysterical when I go to the dry cleaner with yet another stained shirt or jacket with coffee stains all over it and he says, “OHHH! WHAT HAPPENED?!” LOLLLL. I have to pinch myself from giggling so hard. I don’t know whether I should just say, “well I was walking down the street talking on the phone trying to sip my coffee and I almost got run over by a dude on a bicycle because I was too busy looking for my work ID with my other hand and well before you know it, I spilled coffee all over myself”or just smile and nod.
Now a normal person would attempt to clean up the mess; but me, nooo, that’s not how I do. I just shrug my shoulders and keep strutting my stuff down the street. It’s not that I prefer sloppy because I’m a very meticulous person when it comes to organization and cleanliness (I have great attention for detail) it’s just I really could care less if there’s a big huge stain on my shirt. And if someone laughs and points at my stain, like hell if I care!
So if you’re wondering what you’re going to wear to work tomorrow, wear that slightly wrinkled up shirt or the dress with the little soy sauce stain and strut your stuff……….I dare you.
I have officially put myself back out there in the dating market. This time when I say official, I mean official. I’m not soft-single, I”m not sort of attached; there is no ex-boyfriend looming in the picture (about damn time!!) and I”m not thinking about anybody except for myself; I’m finally completely focused and living in the present. I’m VERY single and ready to make the most of it.
Mentally and emotionally I woke up and realized I’m in a new phase of my life, so I’ve started my self make-over plan. I went on a date with this guy whose older than me (I’ve realized this is a nice plus) two Fridays ago. With my new highlights and pretty dress, I thought I looked first date cute. So I had a little time to spare before I met up with this guy for drinks.
I decided to go make-up browsing at Macy’s in Herald Square and work on my new make-over plan. So I make my way to the Dior spot and I’m checking out new eye shadows when this Dior lady comes over and asks me if I want to try some on. I tell her I have somewhere to be and that I can’t really try it on but if she could just put some eyeshadow on for me quickly.
I follow her to the chair; I always feel like a star when I sit in one of these chairs with the big bright lights and shiny brushes. Next thing you know, she starts to remove my make-up!!
I immediately jump out of the chair and say, “Wait! You can’t take my make-up off! I have a date in 30 minutes!!” She says, “Ohhh, don’t worry. I’ll give you a mini-makeover.” So wearily, I sit back down in the chair and pray and hope she doesn’t ruin my make-over. I was literally clenching my teeth the whole time she gave me this make-over. I kept asking her for a mirror so I could see what she was doing and she kept insisting I wait until she was completely done.
So I waited with angst and then she put on the eyeshadow I picked out; I got really nervous because she kept putting more on. I thought to myself, great if this guy’s totally cool, I’m going to miss my shot because this Dior lady is going to make me look like a damn clown!
She finally finished and I looked in the mirror and HATED the eyeshadow; I am not a fan of this smoky-eye look. *Sigh* what to do?! Well, I couldn’t really do anything except be confident and walk into the restaurant like my eyeshadow was fabulous.
I got a few smiles and head turns on my way to the restaurant so that was a definite plus. When I got to the restaurant I met the guy and I was thankful it was a darkly lit place to tone down the eyeshadow.
Once I started talking I completely forgot about the eyeshadow and I realized, a few days later, when he emailed me to say he had a good time and wanted to see me again, that it doesn’t matter what I look like.
I was confident and happy and smiling and had intelligent things to say. It was my attitude not my make-up that made a great first impression. For me, it was positive affirmation to be aware of this after having been in a very unhealthy relationship for so long.
Nexttime I go on a date, I’m definetely NOT fussing over my make-up! And how happy am I to be back to my fun happy self again!
