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concentration. It made me feel like I was an old jacket covered in grease stains. Sure, I kept him warm, but was I worth the repair effort, or should I just be tossed?
He handled a strand of my hair. “Have you ever thought about highlights?”
I'd considered them, but I didn't have the patience or the funds to constantly keep them up. Of course I couldn't tell Mick that so I said, “Um, I don't know. Do you think I'd look good with highlights?”
He nodded wisely, and to my surprise, he said he'd set up an appointment with “his stylist”. Call me old-fashioned, but I wasn't sure if I wanted my boyfriend and I to go to the same stylist. I wasn't sure I wanted my boyfriend to have a stylist.
Since it was the beginning of the relationship, however, I didn't want to make waves. Which explained why I was sitting in this chair being talked into something I was pretty sure was going to be a mistake.
Kat winked at me, urging, “What do you say? Should we go for it?”
“Why not? I can always change it later, right?”
Kat beamed at me. “Oh, you'll love it, I promise. And you're not the only one.” She winked at me. “Mick loves his women with blond hair.”
Thirty minutes later I emerged from the salon a whole new woman. I wasn't sure I was a fan of this new woman's hair, but Kat had been so enthusiastic, part of me was excited about the change. I just hoped Mick was as excited as the stylist was. I loved how it felt though, something about having my hair blown out at a salon; it always makes me feel fancy.
I was also feeling a little kept. When I asked what I owed her, Kat waved a hand at me and told me it had already been taken care of. It seems Mick not only made the appointment, he told Kat that whatever miracle she preformed on my locks was to be put on his card.
I was digging through my purse searching for my ever-vanishing keyring when I heard someone call my name. I looked up, and there was Gina.
I hadn't spoken to her since the day we had lunch with Tess. She always smiled at me when we passed each other, but that was as friendly as we got. I felt awkward around her, knowing so much about her personal life.
She ran her fingers through her glossy, perfectly styled hair and smiled at me. “I thought what was you. Wow! Up for a change huh? I love the new highlights! I didn't know you came here?”
“Oh, well I don't normally. Mick...he suggested it.” Mick and I hadn't discussed what we were saying to people, so I hoped she wouldn't suspect anything.
“Oh, I see.” Gina nodded knowingly, making it clear that I'd just blown our cover. “Do you have plans for lunch? I'm starving, and I hate to eat alone.”
“Lunch would be great, I'm famished.”
We walked down the street to an outdoor cafe, taking a small table that had a nice view of a fountain and ordered drinks. As soon as the waitress left with our orders, Gina leaned in. “So, fill me in! How long have you and Mick been...together?”
“About a week. But please don't mention it to anyone, I don't know if Mick wants people to know about us yet.”
“Oh, sweetie, everyone saw this coming. I mean, please. The way you two have been,” She busted out the air quotes. “ 'looking at houses ' every night for the past few weeks, it's no secret.”
“Gina, I swear, nothing was going on until a week ago.”
She shrugged, considering my response. “Well,
He handled a strand of my hair. “Have you ever thought about highlights?”
I'd considered them, but I didn't have the patience or the funds to constantly keep them up. Of course I couldn't tell Mick that so I said, “Um, I don't know. Do you think I'd look good with highlights?”
He nodded wisely, and to my surprise, he said he'd set up an appointment with “his stylist”. Call me old-fashioned, but I wasn't sure if I wanted my boyfriend and I to go to the same stylist. I wasn't sure I wanted my boyfriend to have a stylist.
Since it was the beginning of the relationship, however, I didn't want to make waves. Which explained why I was sitting in this chair being talked into something I was pretty sure was going to be a mistake.
Kat winked at me, urging, “What do you say? Should we go for it?”
“Why not? I can always change it later, right?”
Kat beamed at me. “Oh, you'll love it, I promise. And you're not the only one.” She winked at me. “Mick loves his women with blond hair.”
Thirty minutes later I emerged from the salon a whole new woman. I wasn't sure I was a fan of this new woman's hair, but Kat had been so enthusiastic, part of me was excited about the change. I just hoped Mick was as excited as the stylist was. I loved how it felt though, something about having my hair blown out at a salon; it always makes me feel fancy.
I was also feeling a little kept. When I asked what I owed her, Kat waved a hand at me and told me it had already been taken care of. It seems Mick not only made the appointment, he told Kat that whatever miracle she preformed on my locks was to be put on his card.
I was digging through my purse searching for my ever-vanishing keyring when I heard someone call my name. I looked up, and there was Gina.
I hadn't spoken to her since the day we had lunch with Tess. She always smiled at me when we passed each other, but that was as friendly as we got. I felt awkward around her, knowing so much about her personal life.
She ran her fingers through her glossy, perfectly styled hair and smiled at me. “I thought what was you. Wow! Up for a change huh? I love the new highlights! I didn't know you came here?”
“Oh, well I don't normally. Mick...he suggested it.” Mick and I hadn't discussed what we were saying to people, so I hoped she wouldn't suspect anything.
“Oh, I see.” Gina nodded knowingly, making it clear that I'd just blown our cover. “Do you have plans for lunch? I'm starving, and I hate to eat alone.”
“Lunch would be great, I'm famished.”
We walked down the street to an outdoor cafe, taking a small table that had a nice view of a fountain and ordered drinks. As soon as the waitress left with our orders, Gina leaned in. “So, fill me in! How long have you and Mick been...together?”
“About a week. But please don't mention it to anyone, I don't know if Mick wants people to know about us yet.”
“Oh, sweetie, everyone saw this coming. I mean, please. The way you two have been,” She busted out the air quotes. “ 'looking at houses ' every night for the past few weeks, it's no secret.”
“Gina, I swear, nothing was going on until a week ago.”
She shrugged, considering my response. “Well,
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