The Ultimate Dating Tool is a Good Time for Your Lips

Look out men, your ladies are about to get primped and pretty with a new lip color that does more than just make her look great! Luvah, by Purple Lab NYC, is a double plumping lip color infused with aphrodisiacs, aromatherapy for sensuality and moisturizing agents. It’s going to be famous for being “The Ultimate Dating Tool“.

Feature & Benefits:

• Double plumping ingredient, Complex OO, provides long-term lip enhancing benefits while Vitamin B3 provides immediate plumping
• Infused with aphrodisiacs and natural libido stimulants to increase sensuality
• Antioxidants condition and moisturize lips, erasing fine lines
• Two rich color shades, a stain bringing saturated color and a pearly gloss topper adding a three-dimensional effect, create the sexist kisser on the planet
• Long-lasting and non-stinging formula

Available in 2 great shades (see stories below about the names of the shades):
Rich Jerk: Eye popping berry that doesn’t overwhelm. Striking on everyone, there’s a slight pink to the shade that brightens the face and makes lips pop

Mama’s Boy: Nude and glamorous, subtle yet bright enough to make you stand out. With the softest of brown undertones, it looks natural and is tailor made for day or night

$24
Available at purplelabnyc.com and hsn.com beginning February, 2010

Purple Lab Creatrix, Karen, is a ball of fun. Here are the stories behind the lip color shade names.  They are so funny, keep reading! (Funny, that is, if they are fictional…maybe I should clarify that with her?!)

Mama’s Boy
You know him. He probably wears sweater vests and may have a fishy handshake (nothing worse than a man with a loose grip). While it’s always good to have a guy who has a loving relationship with his mom, his is just a little too much to take. He lets her boss him around – if he wants to spend a weekend with you by the beach but she says he has to help her with something, he’s in her driveway in an hour flat! My experience with Mama’s Boy went something like this… His mom called three times on the first date. Across the table, I actually heard her loud voice, grilling him about me, asking if my parents were still together… and what I was wearing! He referred to her as “mother” (he wasn’t British). He actually showed me a photo of her on his phone. Is it me or is that odd? I don’t know why but I decided to give him a second date. “He’s nice,” I told myself, “he’s cute.” It was date 2 when I realized “mother” would be a problem. She called again – multiple times – and he referred to her as “sweetie.” Eiw. Somewhere between his telling me that he’s a lawyer because “mother thought he’d be good at it” and the spa weekend they were doing, I got the horrible feeling that if we were walking down a dark alley and someone attacked us, I’d be the one defending us (and he’d call mother on the spot)! I can’t go out with a guy whose butt I can kick!

Rich Jerk
I met Rich Jerk online. He was a tall, funny, smart, gorgeous real estate mogul and charm-ing. Date 1: Dream! He fed me oysters. Date after date was amazing. He sent me purple calla lilies and texts all day. Two months later, he showed me an insane loft he was considering. “I imagine living here with you,” he said. Did I mention the closet space? I fell hard… until he whisked me to his Malibu estate. That’s when “jerk” emerged. He had a plane (Nuts!). I woke up from a nap, drooling. Embarrassing. Even more so when he snapped at me for “ruining the silk pillowcase.” When we entered his all-white, enormous abode, my bag fell over. “Watch what you’re doing,” he yelled, inspecting the marble floor for cracks (it wasn’t a bowling ball). Before bed, I washed my hands and couldn’t find a towel. I shook them over the sink. “We use towels,” he scolded, pointing to the drawer where they were hidden. I hoped he was just tired and cranky. This couldn’t be the same guy! We hit a posh party Saturday. I busted out a chic LBD and felt amazing, hoping the guy I swooned over would come back. I did the “how do I look spin,” expecting a kiss. He actually said, “Slutty dress.” BTW: It was not tight and below my knee. Just backless. No one talks smack about my clothes! At the event – here’s the clincher – his friend asked what I do. He jumped in, “not much.” Ouch! I cried in the bathroom and booked a flight home! Where did this anger come from so suddenly? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I just wanted out! When I left, he called me very bad names. I sobbed the whole way back to NY (in said LBD).

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