Mommy Says I Am a Catch

Blind date is handsome, and was great until his mouth opened. He jabbers on, not noticing I have not said anything for eight minutes. My corpse is walking away, my flesh falls off. I turn to bones. He does not notice. Wait! I need fresh lipstick to do this properly. Mommy says any girl would be lucky to land me, he tells me. Mom says I am a catch. Mom says you would be lucky to snap me up. Mommy says any girl would…. Sure, if you want a girl instead of a woman, I think. I reach for my reddest lipstick. Paint my lips. Smack them He is still rambling. Mom says…. I dot my cheeks with my lipstick, rose red. I start making circles around my chin. Jabbering stops. What are you DOING? He asks me. Monster boy comes out. I am relieved when he returns to his mommy.