Im the kind of girl who never goes outside without a face full of makeup. No matter where Im going Duane Reade, walking my dogs, a date I need to have at least one coat of foundation and some eyeliner on.
Its not that I dont like the way I look without makeup, it just helps me feel more confident. Im more likely to approach people if I have my bronzer and mascara to back me up. I feel prettier and less naked than I do without it.
Is that so bad?
Naturally, I would never even dream of going on a date sans makeup. The mere thought of making a first impression on someone without my signature winged liner freaks me out more than anything.
My theory, like Amy Schumer’s, is thateven guys who claim they “don’t care about makeup” still actuallyprefer it.
Going all-natural in front of a guy I could potentially like was a foreign concept for me. Which is obviously why I had to do it.
In the name of science, I made two profiles on the battleground of all things science-related: Tinder. I took four selfies, two during the evening and two in the morning in natural light. No filters allowed.
The two profiles were the same. I said I was a native New Yorker, I loved traditional basic bitch things (acai bowls and Bath And Body Works candles, duh) and my drink of choice was Riesling. In the words of my ultra-kind coworker: Even I wouldnt swipe right on you.”
Using her words as a vote of confidence, I swiped away. One hundred indiscriminate swipes for 100 men. I waited one hour and kept track of the matches and messages.