On lunch break...blog time!
I remember when I first moved to SLC after I graduated from Utah State, I went to a Valentine's Day dance. People from all over SLC and Provo went down south, dressed up all fancy schmancy and met up to celebrate being single on Valentine's Day aka Single's Awareness Day. I remember talking to one gentleman, let's call him Bernard, who talked to me for at least 45 minutes. We totally hit it off and danced a good 15 times. Well, by the end of the night, Bernard scored my number and ended up calling me to ask me out for the next Thursday evening. I was ecstatic.
Bernard was fantastic. He was so intriguing to me and I loved listening to him tell me stories of all these place he had gone. We talked on the phone for hours even before he came up to Salt Lake to take me out. Well, Thursday came around and he took me to a Thai restaurant. The conversation was great. He chatted and chatted, and I would interject with, "No way," "You are kidding," "Oh, that is awesome." I would ask questions and truly engaged myself in what he was saying. Bernard was non-stop talk....and I loved it, because I remember how sometimes I was (am) non-stop talk, so it was good to be on the listening end ;) At the end of the date, we went back to my place and people came over to watch our show at the time, Alias. I always had Alias parties and I informed my date that we were having one, just in random conversation, and he said he loved that show, so we included that as part of the date.
After all was said and done, my friends came over, we watched the show and talked for hours afterward. We laughed and laughed and had a great time. Bernard seemed to get along swimmingly with the rest of the crowd and really looked like he was having a good time. He had to leave early, so I said goodbye, letting him know I had a good time and would like to get together again. He shared the same sentiment and left smiling.
So, what does this have to do with eyebrows...oh, allow me to continue. So, being the girly girl that I am, I waited to hear from Bernard...and mid-way through the next week thought..."Oh dear, he doesn't like me. He hasn't called. What happened? It was a fantastic date....what's the deal?" You know, girly stuff like that.
After two weeks, I had HAD it. Being brave...and sometimes outspokenly stupid, I emailed him. I forgot to mention that we emailed back and forth as well as chatted on the phone prior to the date. So, I emailed him something flirty and asking him to rate the date. That's right...rate the date. I just thought it would be a fun way we could flirt.
Well, apparently, I opened a can. Bernard wrote me a 6-page letter on the date. There were many things complimented, including how I looked, my demeanor, spirit, intellect, etc. I smiled whilst I read the detail. Then he got to the other stuff like how he really didn't know anything about me because I did not confide in him, not to mention the fact that the conversation with my friends reminded him of a high school English class or a hair salon. I was shocked. I had the exact opposite experience, but hey, I asked him to rate the date, so I kept reading. The very last line of his email was: "Besides those other things, I really had an enjoyable time. My sister's would kill me if they knew I was going to say this, but I think you would be more attractive if only you would trim your eyebrows a little better. They were a little out of control."
That's right...eyebrows! I kept the email and have it on file as one of the most ridiculously funny things I have ever had written to me or about me in my life. I chuckle at this whole incident....I am sure you are wondering whatever happened to Bernard, but that is not the point. The point is eyebrows, of which I have a bush full.
As a matter of fact, I have maintained my eyebrows since my freshman year of college, and have since started going to get my eyebrows done by professionals, who know a lot more about them than I do. I never would have thought to get them done, until one day, I looked in the mirror and you couldn't tell if that patch of black was really part of my hair, or if it was an eyebrow extension. So, sometimes when we have time to spare on our trips, Rachel (my boss) and I go to the salon and I get my eyebrows waxed and she gets her nails done.
Rachel had a wax party at her house the other day, where I also had a chance to learn all about my eyebrows. Well, apparently, the last person who waxed my eyebrows decided to take more off than is generally recommended. I didn't know this, but if you hold a pencil to your nose and follow it up the line of your face, your eyebrows should begin where the pencil lands. I know that doesn't make sense, but hold the pencil next to your nose in a straight line. Allow your nostril to hit the edge of the pencil. Hold it vertical. See your eyebrows? Yeah, your eyebrows should begin where the pencil is hitting near your brow bone. Make sense yet? Well, if it doesn't, I apologize...
I just want to warn everyone, I am very aware of my eyebrows right now because I have been asked by my eyebrowist to grow them out so she can shape them the true way that will make my eyes POP a little more. I can't help but feel like a bush...not only that, but it takes me back to a time in my life where eyebrows really kept me from having a relationship ;) ha ha...totally kidding, but REALLY, how much brow is too much brow?
I am leaving on vacation in a week and I wonder if I should just shoddily maintain the brows I do have, just for the time being...instead of looking like I have never maintained them at all. Sure, I know you are all thinking this is ridiculous and why should it matter what people think....well, APPARENTLY it matters a lot ;) Ha ha.
I love my brows and apologize to anyone who thinks that I may not maintain them to their standard. I will probably still have the uni-brow waxed just for my own satisfaction...but other then that, I plan on keeping these brows...bulky and all!
So, if you are wondering if Bernard's comment got to me....do I really need to defend myself, really against this accusation and how I responded to it? Nah.
The point is: I am who I am...bushy eyebrows and all.