I came across an interesting quiz on the Times website yesterday. It was designed by a scientist to uncover how male or female your brain is, as there is not always a correlation between brain sex and body sex. It doesn't mean you're gay, just that some people are wired in a more male or female way of thinking and approaching things.
The scale ran from 1 for very male to 20 for very female. I completed the test and came out at 8, so much more male than female as far as my brain goes. But that's hardly a surprise. I never had any problems reading maps to the extent that I can navigate me and Mr Zeus using maps in Greek, and for me GPS takes all the fun out of travelling.
I used to love taking apart my toys to see what was inside. I have a guerilla shopping technique - in and out in as little time as is possible. I've never been for a manicure or a facial and never felt the need to. I'm terrible at making small talk and prefer to get to the point.
My future sister in law was showing me how she has started to re-dye her hair in stages so it will be the exact colour she wants in time for our wedding in July. It dawned on me that many of the women around me are already pondering their look for the wedding, whereas my plan was to wash and go and hope for a good hair day. Some women I know get into a total frenzy when I say I don't know yet what I'm doing for hair and makeup. Don't get me wrong, everyone wants to look nice, but I don't want to be obsessed with how perfect everything must be. I already have zero control over when my resident spots break into rebellion.
My ultra skanky plan was to walk into the MAC store on Ermou with a pic of a desired makeup look on the morning of the wedding (I still can't think of it as that, more like a party) and say "I'd like to achieve this look, can you do me a demonstration?" and walk out with my makeup ready-done and maybe buy a product or two to cover up my evil motives. Would that really be so terrible?
For hair I really don't know. My hair is so thick and curly I don't think anyone will know what to do with it. Would it really be so heinous to bundle it up loosely with some flowers? I did my own hair for my godson's baptism and everyone asked me where I got it done.
I'm going to sit back and watch the fur fly around me. I'll probably lie here and there and say I've organised weekly oxygen facials by blind Tibetan monks in order to not appear to be a bad sport. I almost feel like I'm spoiling other people's fun when my answer to everything is "I don't know yet". The paperwork and legalities of the marriage and just getting a frickin' date are of more concern to me than the other details. Hopefully the ethnic wedding attire will be enough to distract guests from spots and bumps and lumps, oh my!