That Was a Compliment?
I was on the soccer fields last night and one of the Dads (who I really like and who I’ve known forever showed up).
“Hey Jessica how are you?” He asked.
“Great.” I smiled and lied.
“Wow, you look different, something is different…” He sort of smiled and looked at my forehead.
“I had my hair done, maybe it’s my hair.” I offered (and by done I mean colored)
“No, no that’s not it, it’s something around your eyes…”
“I had my brows shaped, and I’m wearing a little makeup.” I offered up hopefully.
“No, no, that’s not it either.” And the poor dear was just staring at my eyes.
“My Botox is settling in.” I replied perkily.
“Oh that’s what it. Hey, it looks great!” And then he shuffled his shoes.