Made-up

Thanks to wiifitgirl Lauren Bernat, who posted some eye-opening photos on her blog. See The Magic of Makeup.

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So, you’re a young guy, and you go out on the town one night and you see an attractive older woman sitting alone having a drink. What the hell, you think, so you get up and saunter over to the other end of the cantina, and order up a couple of funky, cold medinas. You shoot the shit with her, have a few more drinks, and one thing leads to another. Finally you lean over and kiss her and she returns the favor, and it was a good investment, because the interest begins to pile up.

The next morning, you wake up or come to alone in the bed in your hotel room, but you hear the shower running in the bathroom. You find your boxers, disentangle them from the bedsheet, crawl out of bed, and trip over a pair of high heels that you hope aren’t your size on the way to the bathroom.

You knock po-lightly, inch open the bathroom door, and peer in before you call out “Are you decent?” but don’t really wait for the answer – that’s no fun. It’s a little steamy in there and the mirror is fogged, and you breathe a sigh of relief when you finally see the small, female figure sitting at the setee combing out her wet hair, wrapped in one of the hotel’s large monogrammed  bath towels that barely circumnavigates your girth once, but, you see, easily wraps around her twice. 

Good morning, you say, feeling lucky, and pretending you remember her from the night before.

Good morning, she answers, looking up at you, and the first thing you notice about her are how big, and trusting are her baby-blue eyes…

Just be careful out there guys…

~ by dobee on February 26, 2009.