Then after a host of Willy Wonka comparisons made by Tommy, he decided he was over the flower child look and is workin' it short style now!
Look at my boyfriend! Handsome at any hair length! ;)
*As an aside, we went to the barber shop together, and I had the pleasure of sitting (uncomfortably close) beside a very strange young man who kept giggling to himself and mumbling "What would Jesus do?" under his breath while Jeffrey got himself gussied up! I didn't know what to do, and because at times like these I revert to the five year old version of myself, I kept wanting to look over and stare at him (which would have been totally rude, especially considering how close he was to me), so I picked up a copy of Men's Health and pretended to read it, but all the articles were overtly sexual in nature and had inappropriate pictures that made me feel awkward about reading/looking at them in public, plus I thought they might offend the bubble-invading zealot beside me, so I kept desperately flipping pages until I found an article about a New Zealand rugby player who was rebuilding his large muscle groups after a stroke out of sheer will and frustration since he couldn't control the small muscle groups necessary for most communication and movement. (Aside-aside - I made a run at Faulkner with that run-on sentence! Dang!) He spoke to the writer through a rather incredible and crude method using only eye movement and told him that anger was what fueled him. It was interesting and inspiring and disturbing, and the whole time, the guy next to me kept getting louder, singing to himself and talking to the TV. I actually quite enjoyed myself! Huzzah for awkward public encounters and snazzy boyfriends! :)
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