CHEAP EATS My new favorite hair chopper is a magician's assistant named Dazzle, thanks to whom I accidentally got beautiful. I admit this defies logic, not to mention math. But defying those kinds of disciplines with the help of elves and pixies with names like Dazzle turns out to be one of my specialties.
I wish there was a way to use time-lapse photography in Cheap Eats. Hairstylistically speaking, in the past four years, I have gone from a 40-year-old rapidly recedingly hairlined dude, to a 41-year-old piratesexual in hoop earrings and bandanna, to a 42-year-old aging-rock-starsexual with way-too-long greasy locks, to a 43-year-old passable transsexual, to, now, a 39-year-old hot chick.
How I know is because I put one of those personal ads on the Internet one night and the next morning there were eight guys some in their early 20s telling me I was beautiful. And by the time I finished writing long, thoughtful, philosophical letters back to each of them, proving them wrong, eight more guys were telling me I was beautiful. I'm learning to leave it at that after two or three days.
"Thank you, dear, that's sweet," I say. "You don't look too much like a ham-and-potato-chip sandwich yourself!" They're not sure how to take that, but we make a date for coffee anyway, and they stand me up.
Which I totally deserve because, as you know, I'm already dating someone. But 74.4 miles is a long way away from the woods where I live. And the woods are dark and cold, and I get pretty lonely between weekends. So I told him, over chicken soup and tortilla chips, that I was going to start dating other people too find me a little something snuggly a little closer to home.
Last time I tried something like this was a year or so ago, and guys weren't buying it. But that was before I had bangs. Still, I didn't expect to have any better luck this time. And, truth be told, I haven't. Unless by some geographical razzle-dazzle, Truckee, Denver, Florida, New Hampshire, and Belgium are now "closer to home" than Alameda.
If there's a way to have online sex, I haven't figured it out yet. And anyway, it doesn't sound very warm, or snuggly. Guys keep asking for more pictures, more pictures. And I don't know what else to do, so I take shots of my chickens. Or what's for dinner. There's one pic of half a barbecued chicken I find particularly attractive, myself, but, like I said, I tend to get stood up by the local boys.
The ones in Belgium, New Hampshire, and such, they're all hooked. Packing up their houses, giving notice at work, learning English, scouring their local libraries for books about chickens...
I should probably not be allowed to do this sort of thing. Online dating. I'm serious. Sometimes I feel like a professional boxer about to get into a drunken bar brawl, like ... uh-oh, this has got to be unfair, if not illegal.
Then I remember that, in the words of Clint Eastwood, "fair's got nothing to do with it." Since when did Clint Eastwood become my rabbi? Since he said to Gene Hackman, near the end of Unforgiven, "Fair's got nothing to do with it."
So, glory be to Dazzle (a.k.a. Karianne) at Peter Thomas in Berkeley, I've got all these electronic guys, all over the electrified world, e-coming all over me. Let me rephrase that. Coming on to me. Some are articulate and romantic and want to buy me dinner. Others come right out with their "thick cocks" this and "my clit" that. Don't fear for my life, dear reader. They know what that word means, in the context that is me. And anyway, those ones go straight to the slush pile.
Someone told me it's my natural prerogative as a woman to get to choose. That now they have to prove themselves to me. What a novel idea! Can it be true?
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