Oh for crying out loud..
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|Wed, 08-01-2012 - 5:41pm|
So I spent the last two weeks preparing for this Friday when I see him and I had planned on seeing if he's just an insufferable flirt or if there's something else going on. Lost 5 lbs, got my hair cut, found a pair of jeans that hug in all the right places and a shirt that shows off my new figure (25lbs down!). Figured out exactly how I'm going to pull him around to the topic.
Then a charity that is near and dear to my heart has a cut-a-thon. I decide I'll just go get my bangs trimmed a little. OMG! I went from sexy librarian with soft waves & curled under bangs to stick straight choppy dominatrix hair. I'm not kidding you. It's completely out of my comfort zone. It's cute but it's not innocent brown-eyed-girl cute. I know how to rock that. I don't know how to rock bold and dominant. There is no fixing these bangs. Then AF showed up a week early. I'm feeling less than sexy. And today I ended up having to text him that he'll have to come back to the main ranch after working our other location this Friday. That means that he'll be a rush to get done to avoid traffic between the two places. Sigh. If I wake up Friday morning with pink eye or covered in poison ivy, I'm going to laugh until I cry. Or cry until I laugh.
On the up side, I work outside and these are great sweaty bangs. They don't sag. They don't fall. They just sit there in their spikey wonder. Now how is THAT for optimism?