W4D has offered to buy me a new lipstick.
The manly-man has never before bought me a lipstick.
He gave me this ad.
I keep thinking that I might pull out the wrong lipstick at the wrong time.
I imagine trying to touch up my lip color at the bar at Bonefish after a passion fruit martini and the tube starts buzzing. Missy, my regular bartender, would raise her eyebrows and be the soul of discretion but I would be very embarrassed.
Consider the alternative.
It's dark and you need a little buzz action.
You end up painting the wrong set of lips. Ack!
To say nothing of "three inches long, retracted."
Okay Dear, go ahead and order it for me.
A gal can never have too many lipsticks.