Foundation is only skin deep

There is a good-looking, hip-dressed guy who commutes on the same train as mine who grabs my attention every time I see him. Why? It’s because of his skin; specifically, it’s because of the appearance of his skin.

While most people have a white pallour during the cold months of winter, he manages to have a bit too much colour on his face. And, I know why. He uses foundation, and it’s not well applied. Whether he uses L’Oréal or Lancôme, it doesn’t matter. It looks awful.

The colour does not have the tone of someone who frequents the tanning salon, or of someone who knows his way around a self-tanner. It’s not orange, but a shade of dusty-rose.

In all honesty, I used a little bit of foundation to cover up a bad pimple in my early teens. But, it didn’t last for long. The foundation brought more attention to the bump on my face (because it was the wrong shade). So, instead of walking around with the perception of perfect skin, the only thing you’d see was a pinkish mark on my mug.

It’s going to be hard not to stare at him when we pass by each other, especially since I just found out he works in the same building as I do, just below me.

Fuck.

Update: Today, I almost stuck out my finger and dragged it down his cheek to see if it smudges.