Finding the one

They say sometimes the one you’re looking for might be right under your nose. You can spend long nights trying out different ones, but at the end of the day, your old faithful is there when you least expect it and need it most.

I remember when I first had this epiphany. I had always thought, “you’re too showy, too loud, not something I can do every single day.” But then, after too much money spent, countless damp tissues thrown in the trash, and never feeling like myself with the others — I realized I loved the boldness, the brightness, the presence you had in a room — because that paired so well with me. From then on, we were a match made in heaven.

Revlon Matte Balm #220 ‘Showy’ is a highlighter pink, chubby lip pencil for a cool $7.99 at your local drugstore. For the longest time, I thought, “I’m too young! I need to try every color in the bunch!” But then I realized I need to embrace being able to pull off a hot pink lip both at the office and at the bar, and that’s the kind of man I need in my life.

One that loves me for being a spitfire debating with strangers at a sporting event, but also for wearing lipstick with sweatpants and really just wanting to read a book while Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is playing in the background on a Friday night.

Finding the right lipstick is like finding a man. You’ve got glossy, matte, balm, stain, satin, sheer, cream, and good old fashion chapstick. Sure, different occasions may call for a different color or finish, but at the end of the day, we’ve all got our go-to. And if you don’t, you’re probably on the hunt for one. And if you aren’t, you should be.

Some of my friends are still on the hunt. They’ve made mistakes. A blue-hued red lip on the wrong skin tone is like putting a clingy guy with a no-nonsense girl. Some love that, for now, they can pull off a different color every day of the week. Some wear chapstick every day. Some are wearing the wrong color for them, but none of us have the heart to tell them, so we’re just letting them carry on until they figure it out themselves. Some are this close to figuring out how to apply it perfectly, and once they do, it’ll be Ruby Woo all the way til I Do. I haven’t found a man, but I have found a dog and my perfect lip color, so I’d say I’m batting 1000.

My parents have been together for almost 45 years. My mom was a devotee to Mary Kay NouriShine Plus Lip Gloss Berry Tart. And then it was discontinued. So she did what any reasonable makeup diva would do. She bought every last one they had in stock, and then had a counter girl at the mall remake it as best she could to my mom’s content. What happens when she’s all out of those? “I won’t need to wear lipstick anymore,” she says, most likely with a glass of Pinot to her lips, leaving a smudge from her day’s wear.

I know that not everyone can see the comparison between finding a beauty product that can be viewed as superficial and everlasting love. But when I put it on, I go from Diana Prince to Wonder Woman — and I put it on for me, and that’s why I’m still single. I may have found my true love lip color, but I’m not going to settle on just anything that kisses my lips.

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