Monday, September 05, 2005

I should have been a nun

Frankly, dating is exhausting.

The preparation itself: the make up application, getting the hair to that just tousled perfection, the waxing, shaving, tweezing. The choosing of the right perfume, the not eating for days to get that smooth taut stomach, packing in several additional hours at the gym, the sunbed, and then deliberation on what to wear.

For me, the choice is simple. A little black dress but then... What necklace? What earrings, what rings? What colour nail varnish? What colour wrap, and how to wear it, around the neck, around the shoulders? Should it match the handbag?

And then, the shoes. It's raining, it's not! High heels, flats (never on a date, darling!), stilettos? Sandals? The new glorious pumps in pink, or black? And then the breaking in of said shoes so you can walk gracefully and elegantly and not be crippled by blisters.

Oh, the pressure!

Clean teeth, and body completely pinched, perfumed, waxed, tweezed, bronzed, toned, taut...

5 comments:

WDKY said...

I like your blog. Really. Any chance you can start posting again?

lady miss marquise said...

Thanka wdky - i will start posting as soon as i can... what goes on in my head and what happens when i get home don't always coincide. thanks for your kind words, i had no idea anyone was reading so now i do i will post. i promise. dammit... x

WDKY said...

That's great. Thank you :-)

Oh, and drop in on mine when you're bored. You'll be made welcome...

miss goLondon said...

Lady M! congrats on your shout out from the ES, and on a well written blog too. will visit more frequently. re: crushes at work, isn't it also exhausting the pressure to look sassy at work now, All The Time! Don't do it, but i know, we can't help it. I do my best to try to waste my time on ex-work guys and try mind over chemistry-matter. speak again! x MgL

... j said...

Wow... what a mess. 90% of the time when i go on a date, its jeans, boots, shirt/tshirt/sweater and wintertime that includes a jacket. I dont prim, im not metro. But I feel for you... and I likes yer blog.