Kiss and Makeup

I've always hated makeup on women. When a woman puts on lipstick to impress a guy, it doesn't make a guy want to kiss her- it makes him want to put his dick in her mouth. Lipstick tastes bad and is messy. As soon as the kiss happens, the illusion of larger, perfectly shaped lips is gone. True, most dudes won't stop making out with a chick if they find a tiny flaw in the lips, but who wants to be duped in the first place? Just be honest.

Makeup is fun for actors or for Halloween- to make yourself something you aren't. Sexiness comes from healthy, vibrant, truth that can only come from honesty. Thankfully the Wifey never used much makeup and my dirty hippy side appreciates that immensely. Recently, she started selling Mary Kay cosmetic products and is supposed to wear the products everywhere she goes- DOH!

Sure she looks good and wears it well, but I hate the fact that she spends 20 minutes at a time putting on her face and knows that I don't give a fuck about it- but always asks me how she looks anyway. I hate that I have to wipe off my face and or lips every time she kisses me goodbye to leave the house. I hate that she smells like makeup now all day every day- like my mother and grandmother, because scent is so closely tied to memory.

I also hate that I'm so conflicted about this. My punky side says she's selling out and following convention and trying to look "normal." Wifey doesn't have a punky side. Likewise, I think it's quite sexy that Wifey is working so hard, trying to contribute to our combined happiness both financially and socially. It's sexy that she's trying to look nice and wear professional style clothes more often. I guess I'm trying to say I am having to pick my battles carefully.

Bubblegum, for example, makes me want to wretch. If she is chewing it, she knows I don't want to have anything to do with her, much less her kisses. Makeup isn't that strong of a deterrent, but I need to decide if it's worth "training" her to kiss me before she gets made up for the day and then not kissing me again until after she washes it all off at night- that's going to go well.