I did something new yesterday. It was nothing huge, but my Torie and I went to a yoga class. I was reminded of the weakness of my wrists, but all in all it was very peaceful and I feel healthy and a little more limber the next day. Put my tails back in, hair-wise. The little blonde stripes I used to have last time my hair was this long. Freshman year of college, I think. Cut it and dyed it bright orange sophomore year, then there were the RS years etcetera. In fact, I think my hair life is documented per this blog. I have had this blog for a long time.

By the way, I know that attraction is built on a lot of factors. The possibility exists that the change in ways guys react to me has nothing to do with my hair, but I suspect that it at least has something to do with the length of my hair. When it was boyshort, I only got laid by people who had already had sex with me before I cut it. Or were J, and liked androgyny and short hair (I suspect.) Except one or two who didn't stick around. And B, who was a lovely man, but I got the feeling that he was not shallow enough to be concerned about appearances. Gave you the feeling he really saw you, you dig? Like that person who you want around during a strong trip, who understands and only wants to show you the way. I digress. Not that I've broken the hiatus or anything, but the number of interested male counterparts is far more than before. Location probably also has something to do with it. Babble babble.

Coffee.