HT SA for the ‘toon.
NEF#8 showed up to her surprise shower wearing a terry-cloth zip-up hoodie, denim skirt, and flats.
When she found out that her groom-to-be was in the kitchen, she quickly changed that to zip-up hoodie, denim skirt, and 3-inch heels.
“He’s never seen me not in heels!” she explained.
“Didn’t you go mini-golfing?”
“I wore stilettos!”
“You know he’s not going to call off the wedding just because he sees you in flats.”
“No, but–you’ll understand when you’re engaged.”
“Oh please,” scoffed NMF#20. “I wore makeup maybe twice when we were dating.”
“She doesn’t need it,” her husband offered from the couch.
“Oh gosh no,” disagreed another friend. “I don’t even take out the garbage until I’ve checked my makeup.”
Murmurs of agreement.
“You know,” I commented, “The story of Yaakov and Leah is actually an allegory for what every man feels when he sees his wife unenhanced for the first time.”
“Um, what?” called the one in the heels.
“So what are you supposed to do, be ugly on a date?” asked the friend in the makeup.
“No, but if he’s gone out with you a whole bunch of times, you can probably risk going natural,” pointed out she who doesn’t need makeup.
“Yeah, probably,” I agreed. I haven’t gone on a date without makeup in years. But hey. I agree. In theory.