Curly Mop Thursday

I think my HNT photos are getting tamer. Starting with my ass probably wasn't the best move.

Anyway this is my head. And Cece you said you like the colour of my skin. In New Zealand, we call that vampiric white. My married friend told me I have the whitest stomach she's ever seen. But this post isn't about my stomach.

It's about boys and their preference for standard issue girls. In this case, I am ummming and aaaahing over whether to chop my hair off again. I loved it when it was pixie short. But now it's not, and yesterday the Chinese girl at work told me I reminded her of Shirley Temple. When it gets longer, I feel younger and girlier and less dynamic. And I get more "80s, and it took A LOT for me to leave that decade behind....

But mostly, I have been told (not by the boy) but by boys that guys prefer long hair. And I know I shouldn't give a shit. So I will chop it off, before Summer, so it doesn't get tangled in my snorkel.

I went on another date tonight. They are developing a distinct characteristic of food followed by ocean. I might need to spice that up a bit. Maybe we're almost not dating now.....