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Here's the awkward momment of the week:
Being trapped in a boutique with Michael's wife-to-be (wedding's next month) while she shops for a maid-of-honor's dress. And I'm wearing enough makeup to be mistaken for a common whore.
My friend Ashley works at this sweet boutique downtown, and I was hanging out with her, putting on all the tester makeup they sell (bright red lipstick, blush, caked on foundation, sparkley eye shadow- I can't help myself!) Obviously I wasn't expecting to see my ex-boyfriend's future wife. And for some odd reason, she recognized me. Gaa. Then awkward conversion ensued. And I wanted to crawl under the desk or into a bag or hide in a dressing room, or even, at the very least, wash the weird makeup off my face. What do you say to the women your ex-boyfriend's going to marry? Or about the wedding? That could've been me? But I'm glad it's not? I've seen your husband naked? Congratualtions?
Being trapped in a boutique with Michael's wife-to-be (wedding's next month) while she shops for a maid-of-honor's dress. And I'm wearing enough makeup to be mistaken for a common whore.
My friend Ashley works at this sweet boutique downtown, and I was hanging out with her, putting on all the tester makeup they sell (bright red lipstick, blush, caked on foundation, sparkley eye shadow- I can't help myself!) Obviously I wasn't expecting to see my ex-boyfriend's future wife. And for some odd reason, she recognized me. Gaa. Then awkward conversion ensued. And I wanted to crawl under the desk or into a bag or hide in a dressing room, or even, at the very least, wash the weird makeup off my face. What do you say to the women your ex-boyfriend's going to marry? Or about the wedding? That could've been me? But I'm glad it's not? I've seen your husband naked? Congratualtions?