Wish you all could have seen the smile on the postman's face yesterday.
He wouldn't tell me a thing. (Is that normal???) All he would tell me is that he ate a great sandwich and bought a cheesecake.
I didn't have time to call Miss Debbie until last night. When she answered the phone, I told her that a certain postman came in the shop grinning from ear to ear. Details, I want details.
She wouldn't tell me a thing either so I did what any normal gossiping hairstylist would do. I threatened her with calling her mom. Heh.
She told me that he was a true gentleman. (Dammit) She met him at the Target parking lot. He got in her car (because she wasn't about to get in his car on account of what happened to her in California with the pimp trying to kidnap her in the limo she thought the hotel sent) and she drove him to the bakery. They both ordered a grilled chicken and provolone panini. (Yawn) He bought his cheesecake (that she pre-ordered just in case he showed up). She took him back to his car. (zzzZZZzzz)
Then.
She whispered that he invited her to the barbeque. I asked if she went and she said "against my better judgment, I did go". (cartwheels) She had a wonderful time and made some new friends. (hurry up and get to the good stuff) She really liked everyone. (tapping nails on the desk) She said it was fun. (Jaysus, already) I asked if she hugged or kissed him and she said "NO! That's tacky!" (sigh) I asked her if she planned on "barbequing" with him again and she said that she was going to attend the Iron Horse festival with him on Saturday! Miss Debbie has a date! (Thank you baby Jesus)
I told her I was working until at least noon on Saturday. She whined a bit because she knew that was my scheduled Saturday off. I told her to come by the shop before she met up with Mr.-Postman-Has-A-Special-Delivery. I told her I'd style her hair for her big date. She said she wasn't worried about her hair because she'll be outside and the wind is going to mess it up anyway. (With any luck, the wind won't have a thing to do with messing her hair up...nod, nod, wink, wink)
She's worried about spending that much time with him because she doesn't KNOW him yet. He's asked her to stay late for the fireworks show. I told her not to worry. We'll all be there. His friends will be there. She'll know plenty of people. I told her if she got nervous just to signal me and "we'd go to the little girl's room" so she could regroup.
So.
It's all set. I have found Miss Debbie a suitable husband manfriend that she actually doesn't find disgusting. (She said he has impeccable table manners)
Next on the list...getting Miss Debbie to thaw out and just kiss the man already.
A beautician's work is never done.
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