“Are you going to do a statement lip?”
“Well, considering I don’t even know what that means, I think the answer is no.”
“Okay,” Lux said, as she pulled up a variety of nail polish images on her office laptop. “From what you’ve told me about your outfit, here are some choices of what I think you should wear.”
“You have a whole Pinterest board just for nails?” I asked.
“Of course!” she exclaimed.
“I think I like that one,” I said and pointed to a deep purple shade.
“Good choice,” she said, nodding. “Very popular for Winter.”
I sat back in my chair and sighed. “God, I hate getting manicures. I was supposed to do it yesterday but I blew it off.”
She was wide-eyed. “Why would you hate getting manicures?”
“Because I hate strangers rubbing my hands with all that lotion and they clip your cuticles and the filing noise makes my teeth hurt and it’s all just so gross!” I shuddered. “And not to mention, then you have to sit there for 10 minutes while your nails dry and you can’t touch anything, not even flip through a magazine, and it’s so supremely a waste of time and SO BORING.” Continue reading Date Three. Part One.