I have showered using fragrant shower gel; I have scrubbed my body and my face. I have shaved and waxed so carefully all to have the smoothest skin you’ve ever touched.
I am slathering myself up in sweet smelling body butter, my toes are a pedicured gold and my fingernails passion pink.
My hair has been washed and conditioned twice, and towel dried before I put my products in (spray in conditioner and moose).
I have blow-dried my hair carefully to get volume in the back. Rolling the brush around my blonde strands before curling them artfully with a curling rod.
My face is tonerized, moisturized, serumized, and I have used makeup primer, there’s no way my makeup is coming off.
I have delicately put on foundation, concealer, and barely there eye shadow. I made my makeup subtle with a light pink lipstick — I don’t want my lipstick to show up on you.
I wanted to look natural because men like their woman not to look overdone. But I know an extra coat of mascara makes my eyes look bigger.
I sprayed on my favourite perfume Chance by Chanel and sprayed my hair loosely in place. Just enough, you can run your fingers through it.
I am dressed casually so it looks as if I didn’t try too hard. But you know that casual is hard work. Well I’ll know, you’ll glance at the time on your phone in the car for the third time. . .
But then, you’ll call to say that we cannot meet today, you are going away. After, I was getting ready for you. To make a good impression.
You said this to me so last minute, I thought maybe you don’t wan’t to meet me for real. But I remembered you said you thought I was cute.
So here am I, dressed up with no place to go. That’s the last time I dress and beautify myself for a man. Next time I’ll only do it for me.
That’s what I say, until the next guy I like…
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