several weeks ago i was due for a haircut. as i sat in my chair at the salon, hair wet, my stylist looked at me in the mirror and said, “last time i cut your hair, wasn’t your boyfriend coming in from vermont for your birthday? how’d that go?” i laughed (because i can laugh about it now) and said, “oh, he came back… and broke up with me.” then my own words started to sink in to my brain and a panic swept over me as inches of hair fell to the floor. i thought to myself, ‘bob has been out of town for a month. he’s coming back this weekend. i’m getting my hair cut. crap. what if this means we’ll break up?’ i called my ex on the way home, told him what the stylist had said and my resulting panic… he laughed and said, “you are a riot.” i gave a nervous laugh and said, “i know…”
and now i’m single. i did get a good haircut, though.