If you’ve been reading this blog lately, you know that I’ve been practicing going sans makeup, save for lipstick.
In my last post, I described a man I’d been chatting with on Happn, and how he told me he had a redhead fetish because us lack-of-melaniners tend to look more natural in our overdone makeup world. We planned to meet on Wednesday.
So what did I do?
I wore dark black mascara, purple eyeliner and bright pink lipstick. Because I’m a rebel! And I wondered what he’d really think of me then. And I had a feeling that as much as he said that, he was the River North, entrepreneur type of “made up” guy.
After a really odd date — I couldn’t tell whether or not he liked me at all, and his social skills seemed sub-par, he kissed me. It was so unexpected — and to be honest, unwanted…and well, wet. He told me we’d “hang again”, but it’s Friday, and he hasn’t been in touch (for which I’m glad).
Based on the sloppy kiss, I guess he still found me attractive with my unnaturally sable eyelashes.
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