Days until restraining order is lifted: 195
I got a haircut today. Got like 4 inches lopped off. It looks so much better... unlike David's hair after he got it cut. When I was working at The Store David had a haircut that made him look like Alan Rickman. And then he got his hair cut really short and it looked awful and I was very vocal about telling him how bad I thought it looked.
O: What did you do to your hair? It looks horrible.
D: *Shocked look. Sort of like 'I cannot believe you just said that to me.'*
O: I mean... It's not horrible. I didn't mean horrible. It's just different. You look totally fine.
D: You don't have to lie.
O: I'm not lying. It looks fine.
D: You're lying. I can tell. You preferred it when it was longer. I don't look like Alan Rickman anymore.
O: You still look like Alan Rickman. But it was better the way you had it before.
Yet another totally awkward conversation between us. I'm actually amazed he never filed a sexual harassment complaint against me. I was constantly hitting on him. Or insulting him, as the case may be. I'm inclined to agree with my sister that the reason he didn't file a complaint was because he was flattered. I mean really, how often does a married guy in his mid-50's get hit on by a 20-year-old.
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