When I was young, and still had something resembling hope, I used to spend far too much time getting ready to go on a date. First impressions are important, and damn it, I was always going to make a kick ass first impression! There was the hair, the makeup, the nails, the outfit, the accessories, not to mention the planning what I would eat for the entire day to prevent any foul breath later. God forbid I touch anything onion or garlicky!
Depending on where we were going, it could take me anywhere from an hour to three hours to prep for a date. During one such extended preparation, I pondered what my date was doing to get ready to see me. Did he take the same delicate care in picking out his ensemble? Was he thinking about what cologne I might like the best?
In fact, I’m pretty sure that guy didn’t even brush his teeth, let alone shower. And was that “I’m with stupid” T-shirt meant to be ironic?
And that’s when it hit me, I was spending far too much time and effort getting ready when it was going unappreciated. If I like the guy, yes, I will spend that time. Getting ready for a date I want to go on is almost fun. The anticipation of meeting up, looking nice and having a great time makes up for the inevitable curling iron burns and the possible razor nicks all the way down my leg.
But for the met-online, he wants chicken wings, and I’m not even sure he has the IQ of a gerbil dates, is it worth the effort? The last few blind dates I’ve been on, I’ve been so uninspired that I wonder if I should even bother brushing my hair.
Then again, what if Mr. Bad Grammar in an email turns out to be the future Mr. Amanda who will help me fix my vertical blinds, kill my spiders and gasp . . . open that peanut butter jar that I have been trying to get in to for three weeks!
So maybe I should make the effort of, at the very least, brushing my hair and making sure I don’t smell like I’ve been sitting in a cubicle farm for 9 hours.
Lesson learned: If he doesn’t bother to shower, neither will I.
I thought it was time to do another chart. And of course this is really only my opinion on facial hair. Lot’s of girls are fond of the “soul patch,” (although I’ve heard a lot more colorful names for it.)