Im the kind of girl who never starts outside without a look full of makeup. No matter where Im running Duane Reade, treading my puppies, a appointment I need to have at least one coat of footing and some eyeliner on.
Its not that I dont like the course I look without makeup, it exactly facilitates me feel more self-confident. Im more likely to approach beings if I have my bronzer and mascara to back me up. I experience prettier and less naked than I do without it.
Is that so bad?
Naturally, I would never even dream of going on a appointment sans makeup. The merely believed to be making a first impression on someone without my signature winged liner maniacs me out more than anything.
My theory, like Amy Schumer’s, is thateven people who claim they “don’t care about makeup” still actuallyprefer it.
Going all-natural in front of a person I could potentially like was a foreign theory for me. Which is certainly why I had to do it.
In the appoint of discipline, I moved two profiles on the battleground of all things science-related: Tinder. I took four selfies, two during the course of its night and two in the morning in natural lighter. No filters allowed.
The two charts were the same. I did I was a native New Yorker, I desired traditional basic bitch acts( acai bowl and Bath And Body Works candles, duh) and my potion of option was Riesling. In the words of my ultra-kind coworker: Even I wouldnt swipe right on you.”
Using her paroles as a vote of confidence, I swiped away. One hundred indiscriminate swipes for 100 servicemen. I waited one hour and remained track of the pairs and messages.