We had been planning this for weeks.
I stood in the bathroom in my nylons and bra, carefully adjusting every hair on my head. I went through the ritualistic steps of applying my make-up: first tinted moisturizer, then concealer, then eyeshadow, tightline my upper lids, then fill-in my eyebrows, apply liquid eyeliner, blush, powder bronzer, and finally mascara. I looked past my reflection and met his gaze in the mirror. "What?" I coyly asked. He smiled and said, "It's sexy to watch a woman get ready. Men...it's like...10 minutes and we're good to go. You take time and have fun with it. I can tell...you like to get ready to go out." I didn't deny it. I think a lot of women enjoy the process. It's relaxing. I slipped on my dress...a wrap-dress I got for the bargain price of $19.99 several years ago. Though it's getting too big, it's still one of my favorites. Plus, it has sleeves and when it's the dead of winter in Wisconsin, that's everything. I closed the clasp of the necklace around my throat and put on a pair of black earrings. Finally, I applied my lipstick. A bold, intense red. I stepped out of the bathroom and put on a pair of platform peep toe shoes. I was having trouble deciding which of the two pairs I brought along to wear. I slid my feet into the other pair. Slingback, peep toe, black wedges. These were more comfortable. I wasn't 100% sure about the bow across the toes, though. He commented, "The other pair." I put the first pair back on and he was right...these definitely looked better...even if they pinched a little.
Midway through our meal, my eyes met his. "Mmm...man." I heard him say under his breath. "What?" I asked, innocently. "Nothing," he continued, "you just look really beautiful."
I was elated.
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