Mascara Widow

Finding the right mascara is like finding a husband. You date around, maybe even have a significant, long-term relationship or two, before you finally meet THE ONE.
My favorite mascara has been discontinued. After a brief fling with the “new and better” substitute, I had to bail. I’ve been officially widowed.
Since then, I’ve had a couple flings: a torrid love-it-then-hate-it affair with a hip suitor; an I’m-just-not-that-in-to-you fling with another.
And now, I think I may be in love. The relationship is still in that rainbows and butterflies stage, but things are promising: no racoon eyes after a few hours, no huge clumps migrating to places on my face where they don’t belong…
Here’s hoping it’s THE ONE.

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