A somewhat disturbing side effect of my new hair is that I’m starting to get some odd new attention.
Take yesterday when I was walking through the wall, trying to decide on dinner. Some smarmy guy ran into me - and when I say smarmy, I mean smarmy. I know charm, and that’s incredibly rare - and true smarm is also rare. Car salesman type stuff. Anyway, this early twenties, dressed to do a deal shoudler smacker hit me, and then stopped to say the obligatiry apology, and then stopped - looked at me again, and made his best “how YOU doin’” face, and tried a line.
How long has it been since I saw that look? The last time I wore my red vinyl pants, and thatmy friends, was a loooong time ago. So I’m a little rusty on my snappy comebacks. All I could do was sputter out a “huh?” while I was vainly trying to get my contact lens out of my eyelid and trying to get my left hand free so I could flash that ownership ring. He figured out I wasn’t as cute as the new haircut said and walked away, leaving me confused, thinking “What on earth? I have a KID and a husband!!”
Also smiling my own smarmy style.
But then today, the hair got me in creepy trouble again. In the processof waiting the hour and a half for the cops to show up, the moron 22-year old tattooed “music producer” has a court date next week MORON that ran into my van while I was trying to pull into my own bleeding driveway asked me if it was my mom’s van.
Not as flattering as you’d think. This was after I ran around my street screaming at him like a banshee.
I’m not up to this sexy thing. I’m putting a hat on tomorrow.
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