Most darling Paul & Joe,

I’ve fallen for both of you boys, though I’m sure -

Nay, your K knows.

- You fellas understand.

I’d see you around while boutique’ing on- and offline, breezing past your short boot with tie in back, never winking, nor ever blinking twice, at your “Bay of Bangal” kimono dress, hardly playing hard to get, really barely seeing your suede boot with patent piping.

And then one day I was at glossing through the Beverly Center, hunting for beautiful people for a street fashion colunmn of mine, then shopping Sephora for my perfect match.

“I want something  completely there for me, that won’t leave me bare,” I told a sympathetic sales lady. “I need to consider my future, so I want a smart SPF. I want something that will complement my porcelain skin.”

“And organic blueberry scone points if it’s easy on my eyes, as well.”

She smiled and nodded, knowing, and led your K -

Blushing pink like a school girl (I’d brushed on some NARS “Orgasm” blush.)

- To you, Paul & Joe, and your Protective Dual Powder Foundation with SPF 25.

You know our happy ending, we’ve been together nearly every day since.

What sold me, gorgeous?

You were so smooth, so flattering, so smartly composed, so -

Packaged in a pearly, lacy compact.

It was ooh la love, dolls.

Bisou, bisou, French kisses,

Your K