Unfortunately, that means that I’m without my general method of corralling my mop into some semblance of order. Ya’ll know that most of the time, if I’m not going out-out, then my hair is up in a knot on my head. Still, I’ll straighten my “bangs” (aka the shortest layers in the front of my head). Even when I let my hair chill out with the normal beach waves, I’ll straighten the front. It's kinda an OCD thing...if I straighten it, I know where it is.
It’s kinda funny, because in High School, I mostly just used hot rollers. Part of that was just Houston, and the weather that went along with it. I mean, even when I straightened my hair…unless my hair was super dirty…it wasn’t so much straight as it was straighter. With the exception of when Lauren would spend a good hour working on making me look half-Asian, It wasn’t until I got to the arid Las Vegas that I realized how easily I could straighten my hair.
I guess I’ve kinda forgotten what I have to do in order to control the shenanigans on top of my head, without the use of a hot iron. So, of course, today I woke up with something resembling the love child of a lion’s mane and Tina Turner’s hair during that whole long ‘n’ crazy phase. WTF am I supposed to do with that?!
Well, I fired up the curling iron and worked my way around…trying to organize the mess into something more Marilyn Monroe than the white-fro I was sporting. I turned out looking a bit like Shirley Temple. It doesn’t help that my hair doesn’t need any product to do this. I mean, It took most of the freaken day for the damn curls to fall enough to look right. Blah.
But I digress. (Wow, that was a lot about my hair. Sorry about that.)
In other unrelated news, I keep getting hit on by this super cute Persian waitress at this café I occasionally frequent. It’s flattering, in a way, to have a hottie make a real effort to flirt with me. I mean, I’m not completely against women…I just can’t see anything happening long term. At the end of the day…well, physically, I don’t see it working out. But I can appreciate a nice looking girl better than most.
A always used to say that I checked out chicks more than he did. He wasn’t completely incorrect. I think then it was more of a combination of always hanging out with guys…and getting there first. You know, the whole, make ‘em laugh before they start laughing at you thing? Just with girls.
So I have this dilemma because she’s a sweet girl with a lot of personality…and I wouldn’t mind another friend. I would, however, rather she not get the wrong idea. With a guy, I’d be straight up. Hey, not into you that way, let’s be friends, etc. He’d decide whether or not I was cool enough to hang out with minus the naked playtime. With a girl, it’s a lot harder. Girls are…different. We’re not wired the same as guys are. (Well, clearly there are exceptions, as I’ve been told many times that I’m such a guy.) I don’t know how to be like, “Sweetheart, I totally like you, but I’m just not that into you, THAT WAY.”
Any ideas? No? Hmm. We shall see if anything becomes of that…
Quote of the Moment: "Yes, Ellen is funny. I enjoy her show. Much like I enjoyed Rosie...but maybe I just have a thing for the lesbians.”
Soundtrack of the Moment: Lady Gaga, Just Dance
TV/Movie Quote: Chasing Amy: “Since you like chicks, right, do you just look at yourself naked in the mirror all the time?”