My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
For a guy…I’m high maintenance.
High maintenance with my appearance, that is.
I’m not nearly as concerned as I use to be, but I still consider myself an 8 on the high maintenance scale of 1-10.
God…years ago, I use to be a 10 ½ and almost a 12!
A friend of mine in Florida and I use to laugh at ourselves, whenever we’d talked about how long it took us to get ready for bed.
Between applying eye cream, face cream, neck cream, collagen lifting serum, and hand and foot lotion…if I wanted to be in bed by midnight…I’d have to start this routine and 8:30.
I use to call it…The Great Pickling Event.
(and that’s not including: brushing and flossing my teeth, or using a mouthwash…and then chanting my Buddhist mantras)
Thank heavens as I’ve gotten older, I don’t give a shit as much.
(but I still give a shit)
However, my routine has drastically been reduced to only a single face cream, hand and foot lotion, teeth cleansing…and NO Buddhist mantras, because I just recently replaced that routine with a big glass of red wine.
I also try and make sure that all my clothes are freshly ironed for work the night before, and are hanging in the closet where I can easily grab them in the morning, so I don’t have to think about anything except eating my breakfast and filling my blood stream with a LITER of French pressed coffee.
And before leaving for work, I DO check myself in the mirror, to make sure my hair is not freaking out, and I don’t have any lint sticking to my all-black attire.
Once at work, I may also take a few glances in the department store mirrors, just to see if I still look like Brad Pitt.
And other than this compulsive, addictive, obsessive and neurotic “high maintenance” routine of mine…
…I’m a pretty normal guy.
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