“You look nice. Your hair is curlier,” says GBF when he sits down at the table.
We meet someplace every Tuesday night for dinner. Tonight was the Ryzome Cafe.
“How can it be curlier, it’s getting longer.” I say.
“I don’t know, it just is. I like it.”
Huh. Sure enough, when I go into the women’s restroom and take a look at my hair, it does look curlier.
“You’re right,” I tell GBF upon my return.
“You must be happy. Happiness makes your hair look good.”