I mean it. Trying to impress someone is a very expensive and time-consuming process. When I was younger (before and on my mission), I didn't care too much about my appearance. I mean, I showered daily and wore deodorant but my concern for myself stopped there. I had girlfriends and stuff, but I didn't really care about impressing them. Now I know why.
Today is a different story: a tanning package, teeth-whitening kit, expensive hair products, the complete wardrobe from Banana Republic and a bottle of Armani's Aqua d'Gio and I'm still feeling like there's more to do to show my potential Mr. Right that I'm the right one for him. I hadn't done a pushup since my 9th grade gym teacher forced me to, and last week I collapsed on the floor after doing 63 of them (that number may not be high--but it's impressive for me).
I've even sunk to avoiding doing things on Facebook on Friday and Saturday nights so that he'll think I'm not a loser. (I realize that I'm posting this on Saturday night, but I do have plans later on, I promise.) I've even seriously considered going through the hundreds of pictures of me on Facebook and untagging myself from the "less photogenic" ones. Case in point:
So, from a worldly standpoint, I've got one more reason to stay celibate. Without anyone to impress, I'm free to buy LA Looks rather than the premium line of hair gel. I can shop at the GAP rather than Banana Republic and Armani Exchange. I can sit on Facebook, stuffing myself with food I actually like and not have to worry about my lack of a six-pack or small pecks. In other words, I can be myself, without having to market me.
Chalk one up for chastity.