Food fashion fabulousness. My three loves. I’m single and dating in one of the best cities in the world. I survive the corporate grind by dressing up for work ready for the runway, and pretend I’m a supermodel killing it at fashion week. Other than that I make up naughty fantasies about the guys in the office, just for fun. Then the clocks strikes 5 and I sprint out the door like Usain Bolt at the Olympics.

Hold My Lipstick is my utopia. Finally a place where smart women can talk freely about awesome boardroom and bedroom antics. There is no judgment here. If there were they’d send me packing!

My friends say I’m extreme but I strongly disagree. You see, I unlike they, have NEVER done it through the back door if you know what I mean. Now that is extreme. There have been inquiries, but none resulting in the actual doing of “it”. At best I’ve had a couple of false starts. Never had a one night stand, no golden showers, no orgies or even threesomes. You get the point.

I’m just like you. With a heavy dose of freak inside lurking just below the surface and all it takes to bring her out is nightfall and red wine. That’s when Gigi comes out to play. Come with me, I’ll tell you all about it.