I've been thinking that my hair, in all its growing-out-ness, has reached new levels of yuck.
Yesterday, I realized that I look like our pal Hillary. I know it's a good look for Hil, but for Cha Cha? Not so much.
Then, I realized that with just a little more teasing, I could achieve 80s hair nirvana: The Markie Post.
But I'm really pretty low maintenance. So, I just go around with hair that looks like that guy from Bride and Prejudice (which is actually a really great movie, by the way).
The odd thing, though, is that friends have started complimenting my 'do. Umm? Ok. Thanks.
And I guess my online dating profile photo must not be too hideous. My tag line is "'75 Chevy Impala. Low miles. Runs great."
Because I am so hot like that.
And last night, at like midnight? Some drunken, not-even-divorced-yet fool sent me a one-line e-mail: "Had your oil changed lately?"
After dowsing myself in Purell, I determined that yeah, I must have it going on - at least at some level.
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In searching for that perfect style, why not go try on some wigs..? My BFF has like 30 of them, and when she goes on her blind dates, wears them, lol... She says this way, if she runs into a guy she secretly slipped out on, he won't recognize her!
You are a doll. The "oil change" guy is a creep. There's my $0.02 for today.
If you lived near me, I'd send you to my Hair Guru, Megan. She works wonders with my 'do!
And I think I threw up in my mouth a little bit over the oil change guy. Ewwwww.
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