Yes I am still alive. I know my posts have been few and far between lately...but you can't rush inspiration. Last year for Halloween I bought hair extensions so I could make my Dorothy costume look more legit. Then after Halloween, having spent quite a bit of money on them I decided I would just go ahead and use them every once in awhile. Mostly I add them to my updo's to make my hair look thicker but every now and again I will just curl all my hair and wear it down. It's kind of fun- My own hair used to be close to the same length as my extensions (middle of my back-ish) but it was never this thick. Whenever I wear them I usually get a few compliment from women about how pretty my hair looks. All the while trying not to be offended that it only looks that pretty because it is fake and unnaturally perfect. Anyway- back to the point of this blog. Today was one of those days where I just wanted to jazz things up. My extensions were washed and curled so I clipped them in and went to church.
I sat next to my nephew toward the front of the chapel and in the row in front of me there were 3 guys. As I am looking at the speaker and listening to announcements I suddenly feel some one's hand on my leg. I look over and one of the guys in front of me, we will call him Flynn, has turned around and is touching me. I brushed his hand off and he told me my hair looked good today. I told him it was fake and he said it didn't matter. Although he didn't touch me again, Flynn continued to distract me and draw my attention for the remainder of the meeting. This is not uncommon for Flynn- he tends to be a bit bipolar with me. One day we are friends and talking, the next he treats me as if I'm not fit to breath the same oxygen as him. After about 4 years, it's something I've come to expect and deal with pretty well. To be truthful, he actually is a pretty cool guy when he wants to be and I have a lot of respect for him in many areas. Anyway- the meeting ended and I went to teach my Sunday school class. Halfway through the class Flynn came in and actually participated. Which was great! I love that about my class- everyone talks.
Class ended and I went to relief society. But before I made it all the way to the classroom, I was standing in the hallway talking to a friend of mine and Flynn walks behind me and plays with my hair. My friend's face was priceless- it basically said, "what the heck?" Then a few minutes later I was talking to another friend and Flynn came over and started talking to me and pushing me toward the classroom in his own way of being playful. It was fine- but it was weird. He usually doesn't even acknowledge my existence let alone talk to me repeatedly in a day. Then I remembered that he likes long dark hair. And today, that's what I had. I've been told that a lot of guys like long hair I just never really understood how much. I had no idea that $50 and 20 minutes with a curling iron could get a girl so much attention. It's crazy- the extensions really don't change my appearance very much. Some people didn't even notice the difference. But apparently 8-10 inches can change you from a parasite to a princess. Who knew?
