Let me tell you guys a little secret.

Candescently… I look rough. 

This evening I took off my make up and I looked at my face.

Recently, I burned head with a curling iron and there’s an awful brown blemish across my forehead. The bags under my eyes betray the late night drinking binges. My visage is gaunt and pale from the cloudy NY weather. Worst of all, this Saturday morning I work up with A Terrible Stye under my left eye!

And honestly…I haven’t looked this good in years. 

Of course, it doesn’t come that easy. Girls know we have our routines. We shower, shave, apply concealer, flat iron, foundation, blush, mascara, pencil, blush, wardrobe….

And then VAAA-DAAAAA-BAAAAAAAAM!

HOT VIDEO VIXEN.

But, I didn’t have time for that make up crap tonight. There’s just too much going on. Who am I trying to impress running through The City after three job interviews, a full day of classes, last minute homework, grocery shopping yet no real food, gay men in the elevator, and then lots of laundry?

So as I said I took off my make up early. I read for class assignments. I prepared for work. I balanced my check book (ha ha, not really). And then I said fuck it, slipped on my little black skirt, and went out for a drink……..without make up.

What’s funny? It didn’t matter. Even with the terrible scar across my forehead and the bags and The Stye! The same men still flirted. The same men still didn’t care… And so I ask myself…

Do men not really care about all that make up and loveliness?

I got it. You know what it comes down to?

The short black skirt.