**Technical glitch – sorry for the day delay on the post!!**
I completely forgot. I was a totally different person when he met me. Long, gorgeous brown locks, perfect part on the side and bangs. Eye glasses to top off a sexy smart look. This man was attracted to my post-breakup identity and was staring at a complete stranger for the last half hour. I didn’t even scrunch my curly blonde hair so it resembled more of a Mufasa-type lion mane with a few bobby pins haphazardly thrown in. Date over. My Angelina Jolie hair he was expecting was fake and stuffed somewhere in my closet. I nodded my head.
“I thought you were a brunette!” he laughed. Burn. The conversation continued to flow but it just wasn’t the same. This time a week ago, I was flaunting some unknown identity to try and start fresh. Hide from my hard conversation that left some man very hurt. In the process, the Angelina identity was picked up by a new prospect and I couldn’t play that role today. I didn’t know bangs and layered locks.
The mimosas helped my anxiety. They were also making him more attractive. There was something in his demeanor that was a bit of a turnoff – maybe it was an arrogance – but the bubbly was making his blue eyes pop. Continue Reading »




Last week (after a year hiatus) I decided to watch ABC’s 
