So here I am, the morning after an eventful night. Rob's reaction was immediate and surprising, given that it was often him badgering me to 'try something new', 'to be more adventurous' in the bedroom department. He obviously could not see the link between my hair and a new direction for us to explore and chose to spend the night at his place, which was a shame, considering what might have been. His parting remarks contained the word 'freak', so I take it from that that he and I might be about to go our separate ways. It's best to find out now really, because at least I can say that the last six months were fun and that I did not have too much invested in the relationship.
I have sat here for more than an hour thinking about him and thinking about last night. To be honest though, I have thought more about my time in the salon than I have about him. I thought about the 'me' that walked through the door and the 'me' that walked out. It wasn't only my appearance that changed, something inside me changed too. I am on my third cup of coffee and still astounded by the effect that stroking the back of my head can have on me. It certainly banishes thoughts of Rob instantly!
I look at my watch again. At last, it is nine o'clock. I pick up the phone and dial the number that I had written down on the pad.
