My stepmom, my spunky stepmom, loves to tell this story:
She was on her first date with her future first husband, and he casually mentioned that he disliked women who made themselves up too much. Myrna took this as a direct challenge, and she did not relish the thought of fretting over her makeup the rest of her livelong days. So she decided to teach him a lesson. She slathered it on. Bright blue eyeshadow from lash to brow. For three dates, three weeks in a row.
He never said another word about it.