Beauty regimes for the poor

As I lay on a friend's bed waiting for her beautician to work her magic on me, I mused how much I had spent on make up this month.

Nearly RM 400. Yeap.

Why?

Because I figure why not?

Rather than spend it on booze (belly gut), porn (the intrawebs were invented for that reason), clothes (I'm trying to lose weight), food ( Again, weight loss), books (I have too many) or a man-whore (The Viker would be amused) I now spend my money on trying to make myself look pretty.

For someone who's idea of make up useD to be coloured lip balm + a smudge of eyeshadow + too much eyeliner + how-the-frig-do I put on mascara?, I think I'm close to becoming a novice in the area.

I now know what brushes to use and how to use them. I know which colours look good on me (pretty much everything - thank you good genes!). I also know how to maintain my eyebrows.

Men have no idea how much time, effort and money goes into looking good. You complain when your woman looks haggard but then feign pissing in your pants when her credit card bill comes in.

If you're tapping that arse, expect to maintain it mister.