In Love Twice. By Laurent.
My wife is a natural beauty. Few frills, virtually no jewellery, and above all, never any make-up. It’s also for that I love her. But one evening, at a cocktail party without my wife, I fell head over heels for another woman. Her eyes were so intense, her complexion so sublime and her mouth so delicious… I said to myself “if she approaches me, I won’t be able to resist”. Horror (or rapture), the unknown beauty advanced. I was paralysed by desire and guilt. She put her hand on my shoulder. I thought I was going to die. Then she whispered into my ear: “You should have worn your red tie”.
It was my wife. Made-up.
A Good Loser? By Eric.
20 minutes. Sometimes more. That’s how late my girlfriend is for each of our dates. I know that being a woman takes time, but nevertheless…
Tired my criticisms of her lack of punctuality, she put to me to the challenge of making myself up correctly (mascara, lipstick, foundation, blusher, etc) and all in less than 20 minutes. If I won, she would accept my reproaches with good grace. If I lost, she would keep a framed photograph of my made-up face in our living room.
Result: since that particular day, I have no longer invited any friends to my home.
Being A Daddy Is Really Tough. By Frédéric.
I can plait her hair and hum the songs of Justin Bieber to her. Yes, thanks to my five-year-old daughter, I’ve learnt a lot. But remove her make-up, never.
On the day when the child put her nose (and her whole face) into her mother’s make-up bag, my wife wasn’t there. My daughter was already late for school, so I had to improvise by removing her make-up with a kitchen sponge. Two hours later, the headmistress rang me: my daughter had an allergy. Fortunately, she quickly recovered.
As a result, to get myself forgiven, I took her to one of Justin’s gigs … Next time, I can assure you that I will use a Demak'Up™ product!