So now that I've got my contacts working - using an elaborate system which involves a ladies makeup mirror stacked onto three novels, a box of tissues and a LOT of patience - I've really been looking forward to going to gym. You know, for the ogling. Except now I realise all those distant, dreamy blurs are actually pretty ho-hum. No offense fellas, but you can't compete with what with my Last Tango In Paris-grade lenses. With a new set of eyes comes the loss of so many imaginary romances. Was it worth it? Considering that in this heat my glasses may or may not have melted onto my face by now, I'm guessing yes.
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