There’s pretty much only one thing that I can say for sure about me when it comes to meeting a guy. He will NOT see me without my make up until I know that I’ve got him in that zone where they’re pathetically on board. Sure getting them on board the love boat, in that pathetic state as you get older gets harder but it’s still achievable. No, it’s safe to say that I don’t trust my own mug to pull the blokes. Not with at least a little concealer, and a hefty swipe of mascara. It is what it is. But as I was going through airport security aisle the other day, I noticed some other women doing something that made me realise that I wasn’t the only one out there giving it a bit of false advertising. Although this one is a classic! I noticed two women, travelling alone, who had been asked to remove their high heels before going through the security arch. Now, I know for myself that it’s that one little thing that I always forget is going to happen, and never doing the at home ‘check’ in order to avoid. The nice lady or man say “excuse me madam, you’ll have to remove your boots!” and I think “oh shit, what sort of socks have I got on today?” I’ll admit, it’s rare that I strut out of the house with two socks that were bought at the same time. But hey, one being pale pink with the Playboy logo on it, says one side of me is a sex kitten, unfortunately the other side, says I can occasionally let myself go. Praying now that talk dark and handsome Jono isn’t standing behind me waiting for the show. But spare a thought for these two women that I’m now (sans popcorn) sitting back and observing. They’ve been asked to remove the heels, and clearly their paranoia about the world knowing that they’re five foot nothing, has them now walking through the arch, and over to the conveyer belt, completely on their tippie toes. Like, we’re not going to notice that they’re doing it, and instead think they’ve got on a Wonder Woman style invisible jet, version of invisible shoes. Just as I feel like I’m naked without a couple of dabs of stuff on the face, these girls seem more happy to walk through the airport topless, rather than lose a bit of height. For gods sakes, you’d think that the bloody security people might help them out by asking everyone to look away. Just a little “look over there, it’s bomb” to give the ladies time to get their 2 inches back.
What do YOU hate getting caught without?
by amber petty