I know that I keep saying that I'm not focussing on dating right now and that I'm simply working on my own goals...but, when an interesting guy comes along and asks me out, I'm inclined to give it a shot. So, tonight I went out for dinner with someone new. We went to Trattoria Café Italia on Preston. In an attempt to find food as delicious as the meal I had in New York City in October, I ordered the fettuccine alfredo and we shared a bottle of Pinot Grigio (my fave) from Italy. I felt a bit awkward around him which is strange for me because I'm used to meeting new people and deliving presentations so I'm usually at least able to fake that I'm comfortable. He's a very nice guy and is also very intelligent. But I couldn't help feeling like he was giving me a sales pitch and treating our dinner like he would one of the meetings he has for his business. Anyway, we had a nice time and he brought me home after dinner. I don't think there'll be a future there but I'm always up for new friendships!
As much as I love being a tomboy, I'll never give up my girly side. To get ready for my date, I had booked a hair appointment for after work on Friday. I had never been to see this stylist before but I go to this salon to buy shampoo once in a while. Actually, when KISS was in town for a concert this summer (for Bluesfest), Gene Simmons and Shannon went in to buy some hair spray. I didn't see them but at the time, my office was just upstairs so I heard all about it from some colleagues.
Anyway, when I got to my appointment on Friday my stylist, Pascal, was extremely laid back and aloof. He looked like he had just arrive from Paris with his scarf and beret. He washed my hair and then sat me in his chair. He asked what kind of style I was looking for and I told him that I wanted it blowdried straight with volume at the top and the ends slightly curled under. So, he began. He started using a small round brush which seemed odd since a large brush would make more sense. But, every stylist has their own method, right? Well, he was starting to curl my hair with the dryer and brush. I told him that I wasn't going for curls and wanted my hair to be straight. But, he just didn't listen - the bottom half of my hair was curly and there was no volume at the top. Sigh. It seemed like it could be somewhat cute but I started to doubt those ideas when the wind was blowing my hair all over the place during my walk to the bus. By the time I got home and looked in the mirror I was so disappointed that I wanted to straighten my hair! But, since I had paid $40 to get my hair styled I decided to make due. I put half of my hair up and put some pins in and was able to walk out of the house looking pretty cute. It definitely would have looked hotter if I had the style I was looking for. I've learned my lesson - go to reputable stylists in the future and don't stop talking until the stylist really listens to what you want. I took a few pictures when I got home. When I upload the pictures from my camera I'll post one to show you all.
Well, I'm going to check some e-mails and head to bed shortly.
Night night,
LJ
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