As in the name of the not afraid to draw blood bright red lipstick I am wearing, and because I am feeling more fearless by the second. He is staring at me, trying to pull off an expression of condescending amusement. I want to rub it off of his face.
You got lipstick on, don’t you? Myself? I prefer no make up.
I start giggling. My own private joke as my mind drifts back to a beautiful eyeliner boy I was all kinds of stupid over when I was 22. I wonder what became of him. I hope he did not change. Lose his beauty.
Yes, I am wearing lipstick, I barely manage, my giggles doing the work for me. Rubbing that condescending amusement right off. Leaving him bewildered, at a loss for words.
I have nothing else to say.
My mind’s drifted again, to a beautiful eyeliner boy, a different one though. And Fearless kisses.
Sort of inspired by smooth, the prompt over at Velvet Verbosity, and sort of not, and sort of a true conversation, and sort of way over the 100 word limit besides.