How do you cope when you've gone out for a couple of drinks on Saturday night, looking scruffy, with your equally scruffy boyfriend, to a dingy bar, where everybody looks like they don't even own a hairbrush, let alone know how to use one...and you are accosted by somebody your boyfriend kindof knows, and his stunning girlfriend. An ex-model / stripper who probably looks like she's been airbrushed when she gets out of bed. And they sit with you for the rest of the night, and you watch fascinated as her mascara doesn't run, and her hair blinds you with it's shine, and she manages to breath, laugh and drink copiously in jeans so tight that her legs have probably gone numb.
Do you:
a) Also drink copiously, so that you can convince yourself that "you are beaw-tifuuul, no matter what they saaaay"
b) Remove your contact lenses so that she goes all blurry and fuzzy and you can almost believe that she'd be dead rough without all that Max Factor?
c) Shut yourself in the toilet and write her name and number on the wall alongside 'pre-op, up for anything'
d) Graciously admire her beauty and not feel an ounce of envy or secretly hope she trips over in those stupid shoes
Which do you think our contestant did?
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2007-01-21 @ 18:49