We just got back from dinner at the local eatery, The Descanso Junction Restaurant, and I have thought about something all through the meal…
As we were getting ready to go, I was sitting at my makeup table putting on my makeup. Yeah…why else would I sit there? Anyway, Jack was watching me as I applied my makeup, and I started to wonder why.
Every single man I have ever known has liked to watch me put on my makeup. Some, like Jack, have been totally mesmerized by the process. When I glanced over at where he sat on the side of the bed, he was totally engrossed in watching as I put on powder, eyeliner, shadow, lipstick, and all the rest of the primping we girls go through to make ourselves beautiful. And he had this silly grin on his face, not unlike the village idiot.
Why are men so fascinated by a woman putting on makeup? It’s far from an attractive process…we bug out our eyes, wrinkle up our forehead and cheeks, purse up our lips in unnatural ways, and in general look a lot like the aforementioned village idiot having a bout of facial tics. And I personally see nothing sexy about the ordeal.
Maybe it’s something about how we are doing all of this work just for them?
Or could it be that they are anticipating how other men will stare at us and wish they were in our man’s shoes?
Help me out here, guys! You men out there, talk to me about this!
When I ask Jack, he gives me the same answer all other men have given me…something along the lines of, “I just like to look at you…” If that’s the case, why doesn’t he look at me that way all the time?
Jack does tend to stare at me when he thinks I’m not looking, but not the same way. It’s not a look of lust or passion or love. It’s the look of a child fascinated by something they have never seen and don’t understand. And when I am putting on my makeup, he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he is looking at me.
So just exactly what is up here?