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From here to there....
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It didn't start at your car. It started at the house while you were pasting all the makeup on your face. Flashback to those models on the front page, they wear what is called pancake makeup - so you don't see existing flaws. The A/C is always perfectly tempered and that wind in their hair is positioned perfectly to 'create' a look. In reality, and I have dated/known more than a few of those high maintenance women, they look like the girl next door (and considerably young) until they've been painted. And that's where it ends with them - 'looks'. But that's not the problem either. Most high maintenance women suffer similar challenges imposed by media in an attempt to leverage female insecurities and buyer power. They put on so much makeup, everything smears and sticks to everything else. But that's not the problem either. They're all trying to be someone else, to look like someone else and I often wondered if they are someone else [once you get to know them].
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I understand the pressure sometimes associated with meeting someone. It all boils down to chemistry between two people in the end.  Even the guy who is missing a front tooth has a girlfriend for Valentine's day. I'm feel it pretty loserish.
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I bet that comes from living in Gaylord Michigan all the snow and wind they get up there. I bet you still look fantastic to your coworkers really
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life? shit? kismet? lol..............................................
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I understand the pressure sometimes associated with meeting someone. It all boils down to chemistry between two people in the end.
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2/12/2020 3:46 pm |
I bet that comes from living in Gaylord Michigan all the snow and wind they get up there. I bet you still look fantastic to your coworkers really
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life? shit? kismet? lol.............................................. woop woop
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You know the woman... The one that looks like she just stepped off the pages of a Glamour magazing. She has beautiful, flowing hair that floats away from her face in a breeze. The woman with perfectly applied make-up and an outfit on point. I'm not that woman. I try really hard.... And, I kind of start out that way each day. My long hair styled or straightened, button down shirts and black slacks with my smart girl glasses... But somewhere along the way, it gets lost. I look at myself in the rear view mirror of my car every day before I step out to head into work. Hair? Check! Makeup? Check! Shirt buttoned all the way? Check! And, I head in. My hair is NEVER blowing back in the breeze... It's blowing in my face, in my eyes, in my mouth. Its a constant battle of swiping hair out of my eyes, pulling hair out of my mouth, and maneuvering through water puddles I didn't see because hair is in my face. I stumble through the front door, stomping my one wet foot as I always seem to manage to step in a puddle, and smooth down my shirt because I managed to have a temper tantrum right before I got to the door. I check out my reflection in the window as I step through and see my hair floating about my head like cotton candy. Wonderful. Hurrying to my office, I see 5 coworkers who all want to stop and chat. Even better. I finally make it to my office and check out my reflection in the mirror. What the FUCK happened between my car and the door?? Makeup smeared on left eye, strands of hair fused to the lipgloss on my lips, and the top button of my shirt is now unbuttoned and a good portion of my cleavage crack is now exposed. What the hell happened between here and there?
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