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extensions.” She said.
    “I’m
actually not really sure what I want.” I told Ginger an extremely short version
of whole Jack story and how I was going to see his band tonight, but that he
didn’t know.
    “Okay
so we need hair that rocks. We can do that but I need you to trust me. Do you
trust me?” She lifted up a pair of scissors and opened and closed them a few
times.
    I
gulped and nodded, but I was afraid of what I was going to look like. I was
starting to think that maybe this part was a bad idea.
    “Do
you mind if I put some color in?” Ginger asked.
    All
the sudden I heard myself say “I don’t care what you do as long as it looks
good.” Did I really just say that? I just gave a complete stranger total
control over my hair! Ginger smiled dangerously and I could feel myself start
to panic just a little bit as I envisioned myself with a bright blue Mohawk to
match Tyler’s.
    An
hour and a half later, I looked into the mirror and couldn’t believe my
reflection. I absolutely loved it! Ginger put in some blonde hi-lights and red
lo-lights, some razor cut layers with the ends flipped out.
    “Oh
my god Ginger! This looks great! You are a genius!” I exclaimed.
    “Yes
I know.” She said sounding somewhat bored.
    Don’t
even ask me how much I spent on my hair. I won’t tell you. As a matter of fact
I am in such shock over the amount I just spent getting my hair done that I
just may take it to the grave. I will admit, though, that on my way home I
couldn’t help but steal a glance at myself every time I passed a store window.
I’m not normally a vain person, but my hair has never looked this good before. It’s
always just been so.....so brown.
    I
was starting to really look forward to tonight, although by the time I got
home, the butterflies began to reappear in my stomach. I tried to eat something
but my nonexistent appetite paired with my nerves made it hard to even nibble
on a couple of crackers.
    I
glanced at the clock and sighed. I still had about forty five minutes until I
needed to start getting ready. Just as I was thinking of a good way to kill
some time until then, I happened to glance down and notice how raggedy my nails
looked. I went into the bathroom to grab some shimmery nude nail polish and a
nail file.
    I
popped a DVD into my DVD player and hopped up onto my bed. I began filing my
nails into squared edges as nicely as I could. After I applied two coats of the
nude polish on each nail, I sat back to let them air dry while I tried to relax
as best as I could. I didn’t even know why I was so nervous. I haven’t been out
on a first date with anyone in a few years, since I had my first date with
Connor. This wasn’t a date though. It was a client asking his new publicist to
check out his show or even a neighbor asking a neighbor.  Okay so maybe it
could be because I think he is hot stuff and maybe I am hoping he’ll think the
same thing about me.
    At
about 5:15, I could barely contain myself anymore, so I decided it was time to
start getting ready. I went back into my bathroom to wash my face and brush my
teeth again, rising with mouthwash twice. Just in case I end up engaging in any
close talking tonight, I wanted to make sure my breath was extra minty.
    I
pulled out my makeup bag and applied my foundation and loose powder, making
sure I wasn’t leaving any visible makeup lines. I stared at my eye shadow for a
few minutes before deciding to go with a pale khaki as a base and a shimmery
bronze in my lids. Instead of using blush, I brushed on a little bit of bronzer
to give my skin a little bit of a glow. I always feel like I go overboard with
blush. I certainly didn’t want to go out looking like I belong on a street
corner or in a bad eighties movie, so I figured it was just best to stay away
from the blush altogether. I added some taupe black eyeliner, a few swipes of
black mascara and a little bit of shimmery nude lip gloss to finish my look.
    I
gave myself a few sprays of my