Love. Or something like it.

I got a new haircut, and I took a picture of myself because I didn't have anyone to show. I decided to show you. This is what I look like. Except without the duck face. Scratch that. The duck face stands.

I went to the grocery store tonight. I ran into a man who was obviously enamored with me (due, of course, to my new haircut). We had a "moment" in the produce section. He was so smitten that he decided to catch my attention by tossing his bag of pre-washed salad in the air and catching it. The problem was, on toss two, he totally dropped the bag of salad. I tried not to laugh. Not one to quit easily, he tossed the bag in the air again. This time, I was totally impressed with his hand-eye coordination. (I, being one who excels in this category).

On the way to my car, I had an imaginary conversation with him. He asked me for my number and I said, "I don't think so. Maybe, if you had caught that bag of salad, you would have a chance. Sorry."