Quit the Bottle

As you may know, I have quit the bottle... dyeing my hair. All my co-workers thought I was nuts. They said they are not ready yet, they still need their bottle. It just cost to much money and time. Did I worry about the consequences - no. Until the other day.

I went to the makeup counter. This young skinny beautiful 20 something year old girl with flawless skin said to me "this is what we have for mature skin." I looked around to see who she was talking to. No one else around. Stunned, I said to her, do I have mature skin? Then I remember how old I am. Oh, yeah I guess I do have mature skin?" come to find out, I am "mature." (although many people I know would argue that point.) I don't feel mature. This whole mature skin thing got me so upset I left her counter.

I wondered around the makeup department in a daze. I am mature... I am going to have to get back on the bottle. I don't like this "mature" thing. Along the maze of makeup counters I saw a very young man, with flawless skin.. He said can I help you? He appeared to be flamboyantly gay in his speech and mannerisms. Oh what a relief I thought. I bet he will understand the head on crash I was just in.

So I told him my story of the young girl at the makeup counter across the way. He was so sympathetic and sweet. I wanted to adopt him. He reassured me that my choice to quit the bottle was the right one. Come to find out he did not work for the department store I was in, he was a make up artiest from the make up company. He gave me a complete make over to cheer me up. Wow, I looked fabulous. But it was 8:30 pm on a Thursday night. I thought to myself I guess I will just have to sleep in this make up.  I drove home happy about being "mature" and not being on the bottle.