short hair

I got my hair cut real short, short enough that I feel breezes from the fan on my neck, and short enough that people don't recognize me right away, do double takes, and must mention the fact that I cut my hair, or they think I will think they are avoiding the topic because they can't bring themselves to say anything nice. It looks good, I think. I like it, do other people like it? I've noticed that guys in general aren't looking at me as much, but certain guys look at me more. I think I now singularly appeal to guys that are INTO girls with short hair. This is fine with me, as they are probably the type to think short hair equals edgy, smart and funny, and I won't get as many hey baby honks because I look tough and not girly. In fact, the probability of getting raped has probably decreased 50% at least. I totally look like a lesbian now; a fellow short haired girl gave me a flirty smile the other night.

The night I got mine cut, Vanessa got hers cut too. She got a cute layered cool/regular/rock n roll cut. We went out to the Continental and met The Worst Asshole Tool In The World. He hit on Vanessa all night because he liked her hair, and bought us 3 rounds of drinks. He kept saying my hair looked horrible and why did I do that, why did Vanessa let me get ugly hair, and I don't appeal to many people, and that I look tough and scary. Then he gave me a full pack of Camel Lights and made fun of me for smoking them ("Why do you smoke 'man cigarettes'?" (he smoked Capris)) and asked why I drank PBR because it's disgusting. He had the haircut that all the 19 year old boys do when they're "emo" and was wearing a pink Gap hoodie and was insecure and nervous about making eye contact. It was like he was trying to be ironic, but failing miserably -- but actually I think he was trying to be ironic about being ironic, while actually being pathetic. I really feel pathetic for thinking about it. I was tired and I just sat there perfunctorily. Vanessa was trying to milk him (of course), because she didn't have much money (of course). So I talked to Nicole about how this guy is The Worst Person I Have Ever Met, and danced while sitting in the booth; the bar was so full I wasn't able to get out of my seat without having to slither through Big Curly Blond Bitch Who Tried To Steal My Cigarettes and Polo Shirt Asshole Who Kept Staring At My Cleavage In Front Of His Girlfriend. Luckily they were at least playing good music (that nobody was cool enough to appreciate). And so, it turns out hating the dude was, surprise, the most entertaining part of the bar! As I always do, I regret going to that shitty bar. Fuck free drinks. He bought Vanessa a shot before we left and said "You are disgusting." His friends all ditched him and he didn't even try to get Vanessa to come home with him.