He gave me three sharp vibrations, and then died. The affair lasted three years, and we were blissfully happy together. We had the awkward discussion of “If we agree to do this together, you need to promise not to hurt me (meaning, don’t break my face out and make me live through a horrific purging stage) As always, of course he did “hurt” me my skin a little bit, but the purging stage only lasted about a week, and then I was on my way to glowing skin. I mulled it over, and finally picked him up. Just plain white, with white cords and a white brush head, but something made me keep looking in his direction. We locked eyes in the store, and although the physical attraction wasn’t there, I felt a connection with him. It was a crisp fall day, three years ago when we first met. So pretty much anyone that I come into contact with, eventually will hear about my love affair with Clarisonic.
