Sharp eyes

On this Ash Wednesday, even though I'm not Catholic, I'm going to try be better at hiding the expressions on my face. I don't need to say a word for someone to know what I'm thinking. My face gives it away.

Last night my good friend and I stopped by the local pub's Mardi Gras party after our somewhat regular Tuesday night sushi dinner. The party was in full swing when we arrived - complete with beads, hurricanes and masks. And I didn't even know until last night there were special Mardi Gras outfits. Unfortunately the people wearing them shouldn't have.

While there, another friend wanted a new Facebook profile pic, so she lined up a group of girls. One of them was decked out in Mardi Gras attire and asked if I wanted a mask for the pic.

"Sure," I said. Why not show a little festive spirit.

She smiled and handed me an attractive mask with colorful feathers trimming it. But the mask would cover my entire face.

The friend who wanted the pic was listening. "It's for a picture," she said. "We want to see her face."

I looked at the mask and then the women who gave it to me. "Thanks! I'll hold it right next to my face."

I think she holds a grudge.

This is the woman I've written about before. Around the Christmas and New Year holidays, she sent super flirty texts at the same time to a group of guys who compared texts and laughed about it. One of the recipients told me what happened. This is the same guy I have the code word cigarette with, and the first time he used it was to be rescued from her. She's also the one who flashed her bra for a group after-party pic a few weeks ago. She also accidentally flashed her naked crotch at me while she walked down steep winding stairs at the New Year's Eve after party. It would've helped if her dress had covered her ass and if she had worn panties.

Not long after these unfortunate events, a friend repeated something she told him. "She doesn't like your sharp eyes," he said. "But I wouldn't think anything of it. She's kind of crazy."

She's also the one wearing the most offensive Mardi Gras outfit.

She wasn't alone though. Another woman wore a strapless dress that kept scooting down. Unfortunately her tits are permanently scooted down. My friend and I wondered if she'd flash her tits from the top or bottom of her dress. Oddly, she also had back cleavage. I didn't know that was possible.

I don't mean to judge, but I also expect a couple of decades of adulthood will give a girl a solid foundation of what's decent. If not, the years should at least leave the wisdom to look in the mirror before walking out the door.

This leads me to what I'm going to try giving up for Lent - my sharp eyes. As I watched a group of girls bump and grind last night, I told my friend she was missing the show. She said she didn't need to watch it. She could see it through my face.

I always relate to hawks since they seem to follow me wherever I go. Their eyes only hold one expression. Perhaps I'll try to do the same, and hopefully it won't be sharp.

Love to the single girls,
Addison