Internet Dating is HELL 6

I'm going back in...Only this time I've chopped off my hair, or rather The Hairdresser I Trust Most In London wielded the scissors. Luke at Daniel Hersheson  http://www.danielhersheson.com/ in Conduit Street, posh innit, took one look at my mane and grabbed a length of tatty lock, enquiring, 'How attached are you to this?' Two minutes later:Looks rather smug, doesn't he?It's eight years since I've had hair this short and then I scored a diamond. I'm fed up with looking like a drag queen or an older woman trying too hard to pull with 'sexy' hair. I'm not a femme fatale, I'm an irreverent tom-boy - tom-bloke? I've got a cackle and gumption, which sounds like a restaurant in Peckham. 'Oh, you've got luffly hair.' Well, someone else can have it, I want a life.Honestly, I wasn't going to rejoin but it was 20% off and my friend's friend met someone within ONE HOUR of signing up. Admittedly she has tits to die for, a barnet to wow Beyonce, a proper job [ she's from Cornwall hahahahaha!] and is 15 years younger but that's good, isn't it? Isn't it? After Hersheson, with the wind whistling places it hasn't whistled for a very long time, I went up to John Lewis for a food mixer but got sidelined by the sweet-smelling cosmetics  department and the beautiful Brazilian Rayane, on Bobbi Brown http://www.bobbibrown.co.uk/, who did me a 30 minute free 'Makeup Facelift', 'Surgery-free ways to wipe away the years.' Don't know about that but I'm going back for the recommended foundation and lippy.And then I came back to Stoke Newington and went to Pilates. Figures, doesn't it?Now I'm avoiding the dog and finishing off the rhubarb vodka which the rellies sent down from Loch Ness: http://www.lyleorganics.com/See you tomorrow.