Here is the pattern. Bad hair day = passing many cute men around town. Good hair day = no cute men anywhere I go.
In a world full of real problems, this is minor and a little laughable. In a world where I don't want to be alone forever, it is mildly annoying. I am left to decide in the morning if I should leave my hair messy or imperfect in hopes of bumping into a nice young man, or style my hair so I feel better about myself and carry more confidence, but know that I will likely not run across anyone who will properly enjoy it.
I wish all my problems were of this calibre, however, it seems almost impossible to solve...
In a world full of real problems, this is minor and a little laughable. In a world where I don't want to be alone forever, it is mildly annoying. I am left to decide in the morning if I should leave my hair messy or imperfect in hopes of bumping into a nice young man, or style my hair so I feel better about myself and carry more confidence, but know that I will likely not run across anyone who will properly enjoy it.
I wish all my problems were of this calibre, however, it seems almost impossible to solve...