On Looking Good For Your Man

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Okay, ladies, let’s be real here.  

I know better than anybody how hard it is to get dressed up and look nice every day.  I had a baby a few months ago, and everything is out of place.  All I want to do every day is put my hair in a ponytail, put on a semi-clean T-shirt, some sweats, and some sneakers or flats and call it a day.  And I get around to doing my makeup…most of the time…sometimes…eventually. 

I’m also guilty of getting dressed up for work and then getting dressed down for home.  You know what I mean.  You put on the nice clothes for work.  Smell good.  Do your hair and makeup and make sure you look just so.  Then, when you get home, you’re so tired.  You take a shower, wash off the make-up, tie the hair up, and throw on the ratty, but don’t forget comfortable pajamas. Your man left to Halle and came back to Sealy.  

Everything is about being comfortable

“Why don’t you wear your hair down baby?”

Because it’s more comfortable in a ponytail. 

“Why don’t you put on makeup baby?”

Because it’s more comfortable without it. 

“Why don’t you put on that sexy dress baby?”

Because these sweats are more comfortable

“Why don’t you wear those heels I bought you baby?”

Because my flats are more comfortable

I just want to be comfortable.  Comfortable

In a relationship, comfortable is the kiss of death.  Do not ever become comfortable.  Ever.  The minute you become comfortable is the minute the next chick who doesn’t mind being “uncomfortable” comes along and takes your man.  And don’t give me that, “If someone else can take him, then he wasn’t really mine.”  Yes he was.  He was just tired of your comfortable ass.  

So do yourself a favor (and I’m talking to myself when I say this too!) and get uncomfortable.  Dress up for your man when you go out.  Let him come home to find you still in your nice “work” clothes, smelling and looking good for him for a change.  Wear the tight dresses and the heels that he loves to see you in.  Make him proud to have you on his arm instead of wishing that he had that other chick on his arm.

Live in the uncomfortable zone pretty girl.  That’s where the magic happens. 

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