Surreal

Nothing seemed right yesterday. At least that was what i thought after my haircut.

For starters, I posted a really long blog about my dalliance with a really creepy textmate who insists on calling me "love" even though we've only spoken to each other 2 times! How could one really know if you like, let alone love, someone by the sound of her/his voice. Oh, well. That chapter in my life is about to come to an end. I'm fast losing interest in the novelty although I would like to see him --- see how he looks like lang just so I know what a creep looks like!

Anyway, I felt like crying this morning because I wanted to meet the right guy. The guy with the smiling eyes, the kind lips, the engaging smile, the deep soothing voice, the masculine forearms (!), the playful sense of humor, the street and book smarts. Someone who can whip the same dose of affection, love, passion as I can. Someone who can make me smile and happy. There are a lot of sad sacks out there and I've met two. Sheeeesh. That was sad.

So I finally got a haircut --- which was long overdue considering that I wanted to have it before I went on vacation. People say it looks good on me but hell, this wasn't what I had in mind. I wanted a longish layered bob, just a style that will have movement and shape. But instead I got a short layered mop crop --- think Japanese schoolgirl. Hmmmmm. Now that I write about it, I feel better. Maybe that was the look I was aiming for.

This has nothing to do with my hair but the new director came in yesterday. We met him and he seems okay. I hope that we can work together well.