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"I like you blonde," Eyes me up and down from scalp to chin, "Yea, that's a good look for you- you should consider going back to it." He suggests, unsolicited, especially considering this is our first encounter in person. Unbeknownst to him, I love me with cherry red locks.


"You should probably change back into contacts." He hints, lips curled back on one side in slight disgust of my currently framed face.  Little did he know, I think I look smart in my tortoise shell specs.


"You know, if you wanted to lose 5 lbs. of vanity weight, dear, I wouldn't be against it."
              ....."Oh no he didn't."


-Have me as I am, or not at all. And I can assure you, in my opinion, you deserve the latter.-