That one fabulous zinger..that lone, slender finger

I have always considered smoky, smoldering eyes to be very sexy in women. I would have loved to have eyes that hinted at labyrinths of mystery lurking in a finely cultivated mind.

Instead what I have are orbs that give the impression of a forager who has just spotted tasty bison meat.

Suffice to say, I do not have sexy eyes.

One day I tried, though. J and I were supposed to go to Fire and Ice. To achieve the said fetching look, I brought to my aid little pots, swabs, and wands. I applied a ‘charcoal’ eyeshadow and ‘ash’ base to my lids (it’s Maybelline, see, so it can’t be ‘grey’. It’s ‘charcoal’ or ‘ash’.) Then I coated my eyelashes to volumize or voluminize my lashes. (I have a problem spelling the word, so I leave it to the reader’s imagination on how I managed the process.)

At the end of it, I thought I looked nice. My eyes looked capable of giving the ‘come hither’ look. Some of the signature gluttony was masked by the mascara.

All done, I waited outside for J to turn up.

In the meantime, a neighbor I spoke with off and on, came by.

‘Hi’, he said.

‘Hi’.

‘How are you?’

‘Good.’ I fluttered my eyelashes, but only because three of them were clumping to form some sort of a solidarity club.

Then he looked a little more keenly into my face. A few lingering moments into my eyes and asked with concern, ‘Lot of work in office?’


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Anyway....I have made peace with the fact that I can’t have sexy eyes. But I think my fingers wrapped around a tea-cup are pretty enticing.

And not in the way that suggests that I will pick up the tab.