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It’s nothing a pretty dress and lipstick can’t fix…

4 Aug

Warning: This post involves a bit of self-pity. If you choose to continue reading, know the purpose of sharing this sobfest story is to share my  brilliant solution to a bad day.

Yesterday was a bad day. I was soooo tired by the end of it. I was so exhausted by the badness (I know that’s not a word!) that I found it difficult to do the simplest of things. I stroked my hair with a brush a few times and then gave up.  I looked in the mirror at my ratted hair and my haggard face. I didn’t even think about the effort it would take to wash my face and brush my teeth. I finally resorted to my bed and flopped lifelessly into it.  I was still fully-dressed.

You’re exhausted now just reading this, right?

This morning I decided I had to do something; anything to ensure that the curse of the bad day didn’t follow me into today.

So, what did I do you ask?

I put on a pretty dress and my favorite lipstick

The effect seemed immediate. I don’t look tired today. I don’t look disheveled. I don’t feel like I’m going to have a melt-down and lie on the floor and kick and scream and cry. I feel better. Interestingly enough, a coworker shared with me this morning that she ALSO was having a bad day yesterday, and what did she wear today? A gorgeous, flowy skirt of course.

Ya see?

And because I love you, here are some tips to wearing lipstick from the adored celebrity makeup artist, Robert Jones.

It’s Not You. It’s Me.

1 Aug

As I have recently re-immersed myself into the dating world, I’ve found that things are a bit different this time around.

 

Allow me to impart a brief account of my romantic history. Get excited.

1997 – 2001
I dated/”went out with” who I wanted, when I wanted, how I wanted and where I wanted. Of course, during this time I had my first boyfriend (Rod) and my first kiss (Spencer) and finally, I rejoiced in my relationship with my first love; my highschool sweetheart (Randy) who I remained with until half-way through my senior year.

2001 – 2003
I did quite a bit of dating during this time (to make up for lost time… maybe??) and I relished in all the attention I was getting from boys men. I dated Aaron on and off over the course of 1 1/2 years and I adored his “squeaky-clean”, modest, yet hilarious personality. I dated Chris who I enjoyed cuddling and watching movies with. I dated Dustin, Jared and Dylan who were all in their mid 20’s (this must be where my infatuation with older men began) when I was barely 18 years old. I grappled with the idea of possibly “being in love” with my childhood best friend and neighbor Kendall, who was preparing to serve a mission for our church. I dated Doug who I enjoyed summer activities with like swimming and hiking. I met several men at my place of employment – Crossroads Plaza , a shopping center located in downtown Salt Lake City. Some I went on dates with; others I did not.

August 2003
I met Patrick at work. He worked at the phone store at Crossroads Plaza and I worked in the shopping center management office. We crossed each other’s path and BAM! Instant connection (seriously, this was as close to a “love-at-first-sight” as I think humanly possible). I kept my distance at first since I had a handful of other men I was enjoying the company of. Patrick persisted for a few weeks before I finally agreed to go out with him. What can I say? I’m easily persuaded.

June 2004
Patrick became my husband.

Now if you are still reading (what would ever possess me to write about my dating history, I do not know), congratulations! Fast forward to post divorce.

2008 – Current
I flirted with Brennan who shortly thereafter became engaged to a lovely lady. I went on a really creative date with Nick who I never saw again. I gave Jared my number who never called. I gave “googly eyes” to Matt who didn’t get the picture (I still do give him googly eyes, in fact). I dated Dave. We could never get past the “friends that kiss” thing. I dated Jay for 2+ years; neither of us could quite commit. I dated a handful of other guys (Andrew, Jonathon, Adam, Corey and Clint), where there was just no profound connection.

Finally, I dated Chris, who I was completely smitten with. He was 37 years old and the 10+ year gap didn’t bother me one bit. He was attractive, intelligent, creative and cultured. When we were together, he would gaze into my eyes. After our 4th date, I never heard from him again (This one stung a bit – not gonna lie. It was the last thread that propelled me right into my current dating hiatus).

You see any stark differences here? Why such a torrential rain of romantic failures? Is this pay-back for my seemingly blissful (at least on my end!) romances of my vivacious youth? Is this just nature balancing things out?

Is this just preparing me for my everlasting beloved? The man of my dreams?

I really, really, reeeeeaaallly hope so.

*Names have NOT been changed to expose the guilty.