Yet another man has popped-up. I told you they come back in groups. This time he’s not an annoying one though. He’s a really nice guy going through a difficult time. My heart goes out to those who are struggling in life and need a friend. This one definitely is in need of a friend and he’s OK with just being friends with me. I’m OK with that too.
I first met him in early 2010 when I was at work. He was a frequent customer and a flirt. One day he asked for my phone number and I gave it to him. For some reason he kept losing my number and we kept missing each other and we just never got to go out until last August. We went for lunch one day and then went to the beach for a few days. I had a great time with him even though we never had sex. He was one of those guys that just wanted to talk and didn’t want to be alone at the time.
Shortly after we got back from the beach I tried calling him but never could reach him. Then my little DWI incident happened and then all the Manwhore shit happened and that completely threw me off mentally for the next several months.
Now I’m back to normal, or better than normal as I like to see it, and I could really use a good friend like him. One that has no expectations of sex or emotional ties. Maybe I’ll meet him for lunch this week. I need someone to give me their opinion on my newly styled/colored coif anyway.
“I came here to chew bubble gum and kick ass. I’m all out of bubble gum.” Roddy Piper – They Live
I’m ready. For what? Who knows, but I’m ready for it. For some strange reason I get these wild hairs occasionally and decide to do weird shit. It’s usually musically inspired. Today, I’m inspired by Pink and the video below.
I’m about to go into the bathroom and cut my hair, which I’ve never done before other than cutting my bangs. Then I’ll color it. I’m going with a dark brown. Sometimes being a redhead just gets boring even if it is natural and a shade of auburn so pretty that hair stylists always think is fake. It’s time for a change.
I usually do this after a break-up. I think it gives me a renewed sense of self since I tend to mesh with my partner almost to the point of losing myself sometimes. I hate that by the way, but it’s just how I am. I like to please others. Not that I’m totally submissive. I do like to take on the role of Mistress O now and then. That reminds me, where’s my whip? Never mind, I need a boy toy for that. (Mental note: add “find boy toy” to 2011 to-do list.)
Either way, I’m going for it! Time to make a change and go all the way. This year has already been full of change for me. I know it hasn’t even been a month yet. Hush. If the Preacher’s Daughter is feeling ornery then just step back and watch the train wreck happen.
Why not keep the momentum going?