He was tall, beautiful, lean, and wearing a huge grin that told me he was comfortable seeing me at my worst. My absolute worst.  A woman was hovered over me, sewing someone else's hair into mine AND, she was only half done.  We chat for a bit, and his charm takes me to a place where I forget that I'm sporting a braided mullet.

We say our goodbyes and I watch him walk away.  As I slowly turn myself back to the mirror, MY REFLECTION JOLTS ME BACK TO REALITY.

DAMN!

I mentally remove him from my "to do" list, and wait patiently for the end result.