So utterly apparent
I was in the office checking my email early this morning when the guy I report to walked by then backed up and did a double-take.
“What did you do to your hair?” he asked.
“I washed and straightened it last night. Washing my hair seems to be a Valentine’s Day tradition.” I replied.
His jawed dropped open and he said, “What about what’s-his-name? That guy you picked up the night of our movie debut in October? Aren’t you still seeing him?”
“I’m not sure. He sent an e-card yesterday and said he had to work last night,” I explained.
“He lives near you and can’t swing by for two seconds? Oh Marna, he’s got commitment issues. Move on,” he advised.
So, it appears I don’t have a boyfriend after all, but I do have a kicky new hairdo.