Sex in the Suburbs

I went with some of my girlies to see Sex in the City at the Alamo. Some of us decided to get dressed up and I gave it a shot.

Looking cute is something that requires far more time and effort than I have the time and effort for.

If Tim had seen me attempting to stuff my fat ass into a pair of Spanks he would never, never want to have sex with me again. Ever. By the time all dimples had been smoothed out and pushed up to an under-bra roll, I was sweaty and red-faced as hell. Sparkly perfumed lotion? Oh, let me just get it all over my hands and then accidentally touch my eyeball! I did eventually succeed in putting on makeup even though I felt a little like a drag queen or a little girl playing dress up.

In the end I did feel pretty...that's the advantage of never wearing makeup -it gives you something easy to do to make yourself feel good. I did not feel cute in my dress, but I decided to go to my happy place...you know - fake it 'til you make it. It worked. I didn't feel too self-conscious other than when my dress kept sticking to my damn Spanks. However, I really don't want to see the pics we took. It's hard to stay in your happy place when you look preggo and you are draggin' a big ass wagon. I did like my shoes and I sort of miss how it feels to wear heels.

I'll tell you that it is freaking depressing to walk around after you have peeled off a pair of Spanks. After being so constricted, I can feel every bounce and ripple. Blech.

So in conclusion - I'm not sure if my self-esteem is quite ready for a dress, but maybe I could try heels and makeup a little more often.