...put on a little makeup, makeup/make sure they get your good side, good side....
He casts an appraising eye. "More makeup."
Right. I set to work with powder and paint.
"Mmm. What are you going to do about lipstick?"
I'm WEARING lipstick.
"Ahhhh, what have you got that's bright?"
I have this frosted orangey stuff.
"Let's see it. Yeah, that's good."
So now I look cheap?
He narrows his eyes, then grins. "Not really. But you'll do."
We start downstairs. I slip on the carpet. "Whoa, Cybbie, you okay?"
Yes. Shit! No. I broke a heel.
"Damn. Those shoes were perfect, too."
This week, I'll be shopping for a new pair of black satin maribou-trimmed Marilyn mules.
(Goody Two-Shoes; Adam Ant)