Last week I had the desire to find makeup that matched my skin tones. It seems I always buy makeup in the grocery store, and it's really hit or miss. My wife says I have more makeup than she does. I really wanted to talk to someone at one of those cosmetic counters for some advice. I went to the mall, and thought I would just walk by to see if sales girl looked friendly. I approached the Clinique counter with my heart pounding, and saw a woman there that looked friendly. I walked up to her and simply asked her if she could help me find a foundation that matched my skin tones. She asked if I was an actor in a play or something. I confidently said, no it is for dressing up, I like to dress as a woman. She said no problem, she would be happy to help me out. She told me to have a seat in the chair in front of the mirror. I told her I was hoping she could just put a little dab on my wrist or something. She smiled and said, don't worry, we get newscasters in here all the time, and the store is slow right now. I can quickly see what will work for you. I said, "okay" and she put a little dab on my cheek. She said, "this one is perfect". She helped me match it with a neutral power, and I asked her about a few other items, like lipstick and blush. She gave me many tips on applying the makeup, and advised me several times that less is more. She says, "the big mistake most men make is putting on too much". I know when I first started wearing makeup I looked like a clown. I am looking forward to showing my wife how much my skills have improved, and how I don't overdo it anymore. I am hoping she will help me take a new more natural picture for my avatar here. Anyway, I felt great after making the purchases, and felt that although the purchase was slightly "risky", it was well worth it.
Things quickly deteriorated after that. Once again, I had been deceitful to Veronica. Even though I had put this on my wish list, it had not been approved by her, and I did not tell her about it. I thought I would surprise her, and someday put the makeup on and show her how I much better I was getting at it, and how natural it looked.
Well, I've done it again. As if the expensive glasses purchase did not cause enough damage. Two days later, I came home from work, she kissed me hello and everything seemed fine. 15 minutes later she confronted me. She said, "today was the worst day of my life". I had agreed to let her return the glasses, which I should have done it myself, since it was my wrongdoing in the first place. She had all kinds of problems with a giggling new sales girl who realized the glasses were not for Veronica, but her husband. A manager had to get involved, and my wife was so embarassed by the whole thing.
Then came the kicker. She asked, "did you go to a makeup counter and purchase makeup"? I was staring at her like a "deer in the headlights". Uhhhhhhh. I thought, "how could this happen"? I thought I had been so discrete. Well apparently one of her co-workers who I met for about 1 minute two years ago saw me and recognized me. My wife was so embarassed, and hurt by more lies and deceit from me.
What seemed fairly innocent to me at the time turned into a major fiasco. Now this particular co-worker has told others, and my wife doesn't know how she can face them. This is my second major strike. I can't make any more mistakes like this. Although my wife is upset, she has been amazingly compassionate about the whole thing. She really is quite a woman. Most women would have "kicked me to the curb" a long time ago. I am seeing a new therapist, whose major mission right now is to curb these types of overt public behaviors. She thinks my wife, if understanding, can help me purchase anything I may need. I am trying to write down my feelings each day in a journal, and telling Veronica every time I have an urge to make any type of purchase. I know we will get through all of this, but I have to work harder at it than I have. I don't want to let her down anymore. I'll let you know how it goes.
Love,
Lisabeth