Alone. No Julie, no Renee, no 10-year old little girls. I want to get to know this person. Is that so bad? What does this mean?
I am being absurd and also very presumptuous. I could have this all completely wrong. She may not be interested in me, that way, at all. All right, time to take a quick shower to wash all of that chlorine out of my hair. Fifteen minutes later I am applying my make-up and deciding what to do with my hair. I glance at the clock. It’s 5:55 p.m. I want to straighten my hair, which normally takes an hour. If I start right now, I should be good on time. I love my hair straight.
Plus, Morgan has never seen my hair that way. Again, why do I think she will even care?
Finally, 60 minutes later, my hair is the way I want it. Straight with soft layers framing my face and e
