Conversations with DHMF

Me: "Do you think my hair looks long? I straightened it so it would look longer."
DF: "Well, it's longer. I wouldn't call it 'long' though."
Me: "Oh well, I read somewhere that if your hair doesn't grow for two months you should see a doctor."
DF: "You really thought you might be sick because your hair is short?"
Me: "Yes."
DF: "And what is going to happen to you, when you have real things - like mortgages, relationships, jobs and babies - to worry about?"


Ouch. I was only trying to discuss my hair.

Just called to say hello.

Melbourne is like a rugged, handsome man, who looks beautiful in jeans and a jumper. He likes movies and food and sport - a little spot of shopping - and to party with his friends. He is kind and welcoming and familiar. He envelopes you in a hug that feels like you never left it. And now I feel like I've broken up with him, but we're trying to work things out, but LONG DISTANCE SUCKS, and it's always me flying down there, Melbourne never comes to visit me. I need to just trust my heart and go and be with him. Melbourne, I love you.