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To see if FB has decided to stop beign a bitch or not.

I am not anti-makeup at all. It’s more that I’m a bit lazy. While at least 75% of the time I at least have mascara on, I also have no compunctions about going out and about sans makeup. I don’t consider it the end of the world for anyone to see me au natural as far as my face goes. It is what it is, and while I am fighting age as much as I can, the wrinkles and such that are there are the scars of battle as far as I’m concerned.

If I’m just heading up to the pub – well, hells bells, I’m there to check in on the chickadees and catch the late showing of SportsCenter and/or a West Coast game. I certainly don’t give a crap about anything other than snagging a Guinness and some sports, and how I look ain’t gonna enter the equation.

Tonight I headed up to wish a friend a Happy Birthday and catch some playoff hockey. Little did I know that my inattention to making myself look appealing to the opposite sex would make me a lesbian.

No makeup, not just because of laziness, but also because I don’t want to put anything on my face that would make the pollen stick to it any faster than it would already. (It’s killing me this year – I’ve found the only solution is washing my face multiple times a day.) My trusty 501 button-fly jeans – cause they fit and are comfy and they worked better w/the shirt I was wearing – a kickass long sleeved tie dye t-shirt, made even more fun by the fact that the DynCorp name is embroidered on it. It’s fun to have a hippie shirt that was provided by the military industrial complex. That and you’re not going to wear a long sleeved t-shirt with a pair of flair leg jeans – you wear it with straight cut jeans. I do have an eye for what goes together, dammit. Oh, and my Teva sandals – because it’s warm enough to not wear my Timberlands anymore.

In talking w/ an (very distant) acquaintance this evening, he said something about being a lesbian, and I started howling with laughter. It then went something like this:
“Wait, you are a lesbian, aren’t you?”
“No, not at all. I dig the guys.” (I chose not to go into the studies I have heard indicating latent or overt bisexual tendencies of 60% to 80% of all women. I didn’t have the cash on hand to pull the cool Han Solo tossing money on the bar and saying “Sorry ’bout the mess” move when his head exploded. And no, I can’t find the citation at the moment.)

But according to him, I gave off a big time lesbian vibe. He claimed it was attitude and the outfit – I can only assume he’s not used to women forgetting to fawn over his pretty face & empty head. (His lady friends did soundly lambaste him over the idea that no makeup = lesbian.)

But yes, I’m sure a little more eye makeup will fix that. Then I’ll just be that bitchy girl with makeup who isn’t into him.