For my first wedding I cried all the way down the aisle. My fake eyelash came off. My nose was red. My eyes were swollen. I'm not one of those pretty criers.
In war you win or lose live or die - and the difference is just an eyelash.
I once made the mistake of going for a whole row of false eyelashes which was just wrong as it gave me a sad puppy-eyed look.
I begin with the principle that all men are bores. Surely no one will prove himself so great a bore as to contradict me in this.