The grass is not always greener on the other side. Many of my friends fantasize about Brad Pitt. Honestly, my taste leans more towards Tatum Channing or Ben Affleck. Ok, Tatum gets my vote because of his moves, holy cow. I’m done dreaming now. Getting back to Brad, did you see the picture of Angelina’s red carpet white powder faux pas? I had to Google why she used so much powder. I learned it’s from flash photography. Damn, is that why I look so funky in flash pictures? Note to me for my next selfie. As I looked at Angelina’s picture, I notice Brad gallantly reaching out his hand to his woman. Okay, I know they are not legally married, but let me tell you they are married. That particular picture spoke volumes to me.
I can see it now; she and her team get her all glamorized for the big event, she walks out and says to Brad, “How do I look.” He says, “beautiful.” No self-respecting hubby would say anything less because if he did, he’s probably on the market. Now I ask myself, HOW DID HE NOT SEE THE POWDER? At some point in marriages or long-term relationships, our men fail to see. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and said something like, “Why didn’t you tell me I had a huge piece of green in my teeth?” or “Why didn’t you tell me I had a visible booger flapping in the wind while I talked?” or better yet, “You didn’t notice the toilet paper sticking out of the top of my pants?” And it’s always the same response, “I didn’t notice.” There was a time my new hubby would have handed me some floss, Kleenex or sexily grab my butt to rescue the toilet paper from my pants. I’m not sure when he stopped noticing. I’d like to think it’s because he sees me the way I am; perfect. And maybe so does Brad, white powder and all. And when you’re fantasizing about some other man, turn to yours and think, “wow, they are all the same.”
