My time

Well, Friday night out with Malea started with her complaining of not having anything to wear out. So, I took her to a thrift shop, I personally shop at, to get an outfit. We walked out of there with two pair of jeans and a pair of boots, $60 worth. We proceeded to TJMaxx in search of a shirt, the other place had nothing in her size. She gets a shirt, $12, and I thought we now can have a good night! 

I was wrong, so wrong in fact, I never knew until that night how men actually feel being treated by a typical woman. I’ll explain in more detail after this story, calm your riots until then. Anyways, we get back and I‘m hoping to get a nap before going, but I can’t sit still, I’m so excited to go out dancing, FINALLY! This whole time, Malea is shit, shower, shaving, I’m tossing and turning excited to be out, no restrictions of who I dance with, and I plan on dancing with anyone that asked! 

I finally hear Malea out of the bathroom so I can get in to take a shower and get myself “ready”. I forgot how long it used to take me to get ready, all the makeup, hair had to be perfect, outfit planned days in advance. Tonight I was getting ready for me, wearing the makeup I was comfortable in, clothes I could be comfortable dancing in, and no mindset of “how will others see me”. Malea was putting her all into getting herself ready, just to”feel beautiful”.