For a couple of months or so I have been shaping my eyebrows. I decided to be brave and post pics of my face in the gallery and I wanted every possible chance to pull off looking feminine so I started pluckin'.* I also shaped them because my wife has been saying for months, more like a few years actually, that their too bushy and that I need to do something before I start looking like Leonid Brezhnev or Frida Kahlo.
I figure if she notices afterward and asks why I did it, I can tell her I finally decided to take her advice and should do something about them. For now that’s probably better than, “oh yeah... I didn’t tell you? I like to wear girl clothes, put on makeup, a bra and panties, strike poses for pictures, post them on the internet and I thought shaping my eyebrows would be a really nice touch.”
So I shaped my eyebrows by plucking them and in that first attempt before the pics, I didn’t get too crazy with the plucking but I could certainly see a difference. Well every few days I would do it again to maintain them. But the last time I did this I got a little…
hmmm. What’s the word?...
Agressive?... with the tweezers. Not intentionally but what happened was I noticed that I did one a little more than the other. So I tried to fix it. Oh poop! I did it again, this time with the other side. So I tried again…. and again and again and again and again! Aaagh!
I finally got them relatively balanced but geez!... they looked pretty girly to me, especially because the skin underneath where I plucked was quite a bit lighter (like a lot) than my darker, hispanic complexion so I had a natural highlight on the browbone like the girls on the makeup tutorials say to do. I thought, “oh my God! How am I going to explain this!!!”** At least I didn’t look like Frida Kahlo anymore right?… more like Frida Gustavsson. (ha! I wish)
So a couple of days after, what I'll now call "the eyebrow incident" my wife noticed I had plucked my eyebrows and she said, "oh my God you plucked your eyebrows!" her face had a look of shock and a little amusement.
I looked down sort of sheepishly and responded nervously, "oh. um, yeah." wondering what on earth she might say next and what her reaction would be. I was thinking, "oh no. I am so busted now. What do I say? These are pretty girly looking eyebrows. She's gonna ask what the hell am I thinking. Why did you do this?" All kinds of scenarios started going through my head in just a couple of seconds. And not one of them was the "oh yeah... i didn't tell you?" sentence from above. My stomach was doing flips.
But then the WTF moment happened. She came up to me very coyly and held my face in her hands very sweetly. She stared at my eyebrows for a full two or three seconds without saying anything and then whispered, "wow... they look really good" and then she gave me a little kiss on the lips and we went back to cooking dinner.
(in my best Janice voice from Friends) Oh. My. Gawwwd!
WHEW!!!* I dodged a bullet!
She did ask why and I said I took her advice about the bushy eyebrows and then I told her about the imbalance problem I had and how I plucked a lot more than I intended. We had a pretty good laugh over that but then I asked “you, um... you don’t think they look too girly do you?”* And she said no not at all.
Hrrmmph. :Angry3:
Well poop on you. I think they DO look pretty girly.
What kind of CD mishaps have you had? I’d love to hear them. Sometimes I think a little levity and laughing at ourselves is a good thing.