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Gina made me her pet project. The annual Mixer Halloween party was last night, and she begged for the opportunity to do my hair and makeup. I don't know why I'd been fighting it for so long. I looked hot! My hair looked the best I'd seen it in over a year, and my makeup had never looked so good in all my life.
I dropped four friends off at the Mixer party, then drove up to another party in Del Mar. I would have skipped it, but this guy, Jon, had told me that he'd be there, and he's kind of hot, and we'd talked for hours last time I saw him, so I felt I had to test the temporarily gorgeous me on him. When I showed up, I didn't see him, but another guy I'd met before came right over and said hello, and he commented on my fabulous appearance. My feet were whimpering for a break from standing in three-inch stilettos, so I sat down for a minute, and in came Jon. He chose the chair next to me, but I convinced him to come sit on the bench beside me, and we talked. And talked. And talked. Still no exchange of digits, but we can certainly converse.
I left an hour later than I'd intended, arriving at the Mixer party just after midnight. Nearly everyone I knew complimented me! Maybe I should focus on my appearance more after all...but it took Gina, an expert on her own makeup, an entire hour!
Someone at that party asked for my number. He's someone I'd never met before. He may never call. If he does, should I get glammed up? Will he recognize my usual self?
Posted by Holly
at 12:42 PM PDT
Updated: Sunday, 30 October 2005 1:04 PM PDT
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Updated: Sunday, 30 October 2005 1:04 PM PDT
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