
I have a bit of a problem with face sweat.
Yes, excessive face sweat, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. OK, I’m a little bit ashamed but I’m working through it.
You see, as soon as the weather edges above the early to mid twenties and I have to catch the train to work, my face loses its cool and breaks out into a sweat. If I were to shake myself like a wet dog on the train (which I don’t because, decorum), little droplets of face sweat would spray my fellow commuters.
It’s very inconvenient, not to mention highly embarrassing. Face sweat ruins my makeup, brings out my cowlicks and adds nothing to my life.
“Oh, you look so dewy,” my colleagues kindly remark when they see me sitting in front of my desk fan. But I know what they’re thinking.
