My boyfriend and I have been together for three years and we almost never fight. People are often amazed by this because at the three year mark most couples are bickering like married people. I see it as a pretty good sign though, because the longer we go without fighting, the more sane we’ll probably be in the long term. The only exception to this no-fighting streak we’ve had going came the other day when we had a debate about eyebrow tattooing. Melbourne metropolitan area clinics offer this popular treatment and I was hoping to jump on the bandwagon… that is, until Rupert caught onto this.
I wasn’t planning on telling him. I’d booked the treatment and was going to get it done shortly before Valentine’s Day. But I guess the clinic must have called up to confirm the appointment or something, because he found out about it. Of course the girls at the clinic are very discreet and didn’t give him any information, but he managed to wrangle it out of me. Ever since then he’s been haranguing me not to get my face change in any way. I told him it was just to fill in the eyebrows and make them look more shapely, but he wouldn’t hear it. It reminds me of the time I was going to dye my hair blonde, and he complained and begged me not to, but once it was done he thought it looked amazing. I’ve got a feeling he’d appreciate some darker fuller eyebrows on my face, he just doesn’t know it yet.
I think I’ll just let the whole dispute blow over, and then I’ll go back to the clinic to book lip fillers. Melbourne CBD, where all the young girls hang out, is full of beautiful women with succulent lips, and I feel that my lips are so thin and unattractive by comparison. I bet Rupert won’t even notice… until it comes to the Valentine’s night kiss.
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