"Sooo...what are you doing? What is that white thing on your face? Are you trying to paint a butterfly?" Asks Shawn perplexed. I giggle. Even though I put make-up on every single day, he still doesn't get the whole process.
"No, dumba*s. I'm putting on concealer, this is a lighter shade than my skin because it's supposed to bring out my face. The contour, which is a darker shade, is supposed to create shadows. Basic make-up 101." I say as I continue applying my Tarte medium-tan honey. I have days when I like a bright under eye and days when I like the subtle look. Today we are going to go out to this Italian restaurant and I really want to get glammed up. I have my dress picked out, my heels, my jewelry, purse, all that. I decided to wear my natural hair, curls à la Beyoncé.
"You know that you don't need make-up right?" He asks and my hand freezes. I look straight into the mirror and I stare at his reflection.
"You have 1 minute to rephrase that." I say as I hold his gaze through the mirror.
"Um, well, I mean, ugh-... Oh, ohhh, I love it when you use that conc-...conc-...concretion it brings out your eyes!" He babbles and I can't hold my laugh so I burst out cackling.
"HAHAHAHAHAAAAA OH MY GOD! CONCRETION? WHA' IS THAAA'? LORD HELP ME!" I say as I make the sign of the cross and I put my hand on my chest.
"What? What did I say wrong?" He whines.
"IT'S CONCEALER!!!" I scream as I start laughing even harder. He gets up annoyed and he leaves me in the bathroom. "Dear God this man is so stupid on so many levels." I mumble as I wipe my tears and I proceed to finish my make-up.
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