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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.