I fell off my chair.
The few days a year that I actually wear mascara ( a presentation, or GASP a date) if I don’t tissue that shit off my eyes immediately this is exactly what I do. In fact I do it on the date anyway, and am mildly suprised to realize that the crunch I feel under my knuckles is the sound of mascara’d eyelashes cracking in half. If I HAVE to wear makeup for BF, not a fit. Because most of my life is spent in workout gear. Riding horses, climbing mountains, and getting very stinky. I might be 66, I might on occasion like to dress up, but I would rather be living out loud as opposed to obsessing about whether my nipples are showing under the silk. Where I go they do show- because it’s goddamned cold on top of a mountain.