I feel pretty

It's amazing what a blow job can do for your self-esteem. No, no...not that kind of blow job.

I was long overdue for a haircut and color. My greys are now growing in fast and furiously and for weeks I watched as they grew longer since I've never really been a slave to things like clothes and hair. It got to a point, though, where I couldn't take it anymore. I looked old and haggard. It's true, that I'm years older than most of my classmates, and school, while an amazing experience, is exhausting me...but I'll be damned if I look that way.

My class was cancelled this afternoon, so I paid a visit to my favorite Irish hair stylist. I didn't have an appointment, but she kindly squeezed me in. She told me it would be busy and I might wait a while so I brought my books and read about urinary and bowel elimination(sexy for some) and had a glass of wine while I waited. When I took to her chair, I told her to do with me what she will. She brilliantly restored my hair to its natural color and did her best "Edward Scissorhands" to bring shape and life back to my coiffure. The cherry-on-top of this afternoon of pampering was to have my hair blown straight....stick straight. I am a curly girl, my friends. I have long, thick tendrils. I've always loved my curls and, might I add, they look good on me. Every now and again though, it's fun to have it blown straight. I have neither the time nor patience to do it myself so I take full advantage of the service that's offered with a haircut. After a half hour of heat and lots of pulling with a round brush, I emerged a different person. This look makes me feel so sexy and provocative. I even carry myself differently. I love how the hair falls in my face when I turn my head and enjoy running my fingers through it to pull it back. I fantasized about riding the cock of a handsome stranger and tossing my mane as I grind him beneathe me. So, I did what any hot woman with a healthy libido would do and took myself out to my local watering hole for a bourbon and a burger. Perhaps I would meet that handsome stranger....

Alas, I went home alone. But I still feel pretty.

Unfortunately, the style will only last as long as I keep it dry. I'll wear a shower cap (in the shower, obviously) for a few days, but soon, nature will take its course and the wave will begin to flow. My luxurious curly locks will return and I will embrace them as I do, but I will bid adieu to the straight haired vixen who visits every now and again.