I looked like Farrah Fawcett, if she were a boy!

Its official I have the absolute WEIRDEST dreams.  Ya know I thought only the bride had nightmares about her wedding but apparently her bridesmaids have them also.  Maybe its because she is one of my dear friends and I want her day to be perfect or maybe I am absolutely terrified of her temper and don't want to be targeted.  More than likely I drank too much Coke before bed and it fricasseed my circuits. Either way my brain was out of control last night.

So in the dream we were at a day spa.  We were all getting the royal treatment.  Which is hilarious because there is no way in real life I would spend $300 on just myself to be pampered.  Maybe $100 for a couple services but no more than that.  But the spa was weird.  It was very dark and everything had a yellow glow.  Like we were in constant candle light...in a dungeon.  There was an echo and it was damp.  I seriously felt like I was in some sort of hell.  And the services were completed like an assembly line.  The first comparison I thought of when I woke up was near the end of the Wizard of Oz when they get to Oz and they are being fixed up to see the Wizard. 

I was 4th to go, so three peeps were before and after me.  We got to the "blow out" part of it.  This is where they are going to wash and STYLE my hair for the evening (we were going to dinner and dancing after).  The person was really flighty.  He almost couldn't focus long enough to complete a sentence and seemed high.  Remember I was getting other services done so I didn't see the 3 girls that went before me or said psycho until I was in the chair.  The guy was a character I had apparently seen on Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D earlier in the evening (Russo).  He was ranting animatedly about nothing.  It was super annoying.  Then as he was styling, he took out some scissors and said I needed some dead ends trimmed.  I argued that I had a hair appointment coming up and didn't need him to.  But he insisted it was part of the package and the other girls had it done.  Okay...but just a trim.  Which is how it started...until he mistakenly snipped a large chunk in the back.  I felt it...my hair is past the Middle of my back.  He said it was easily fixable no worries.  It happened so fast that by the time I started to protest and went a little bat-shit crazy I had a long layered feathered look...ya know like the famous Charlie's Angels look. But not as clean looking...it was VERY choppy and frizzy.

He insisted it was the "new vintage", WTF does that even mean?!?!  I was frantically trying to see how to put this montrosuty in a bun since that's how I have to wear my hair for said wedding...I looked like a chihuahua on espresso with a bad perm who had a bad case of static electricity.  It was AWFUL.  But on a happy note, since said psycho hairdresser royally screwed up, I insisted that I wasn't paying full price for this BS and demanded hair extensions to make it better (I was channeling the bride, apparently).

What's really funny is my outburst backed up the assembly line and the 3 after me were like, its not THAT bad, really.  You look trendy.  *with my best bitch face on* Uh yea no!  Then I woke up. 

I seriously looked like a tomboy version of Farrah Fawcett...it was scarring. 

Confusion...2 good guys, 1 girl :(

What do you do when you find a good thing but you are not ready for it?

Okay so as you know I've been on a few dates with my internet guy. He is super sweet and understanding and...anyways you get the picture. I like him, I really do but I am not ready for another relationship yet. I want to have fun still. I want to go out on random dates, not because I am looking for anything but because I can... does that make any sense? I want to party it up with my friends and flirt and not feel guilty. I just want...I want to be single for a while.

So you may be asking yourself what brought on this rant here. Well ya see my friends cousin (guy from 5th First Date) called me out of the blue last week. He apologized for going MIA but said some stuff came up that he had to take care of and he also bought a house (like 5 min from where I live) and has been dealing with that. He said he had fun when we went out and wanted to see if I wanted to go out again. I guess I sounded a little put off on the phone because he quickly said, the house stuff has consumed his time, etc etc etc.

He asked what I was doing this Saturday, because he needed a date for this wedding and would like it if I could go. I had no plans, yet, but I didn't want to just say yes. He said he also wanted me to go to the rehearsal dinner on Thursday, if I could make it. I asked if I could let him know on Sunday a definite yay or nay. He said he'd give me a call. OK GREAT!

So for 3 days I contemplated what to do. Of course my friends and select family that knew said "Go for it, free food and booze". But I started to feel like I shouldn't even though internet guy and I are NOT, not seeing other people. So when he called Monday...I said OK. And it felt great :D haha. Problem, how do I tell but not tell internet guy. Well I just said I was going with a friend to a wedding Saturday, which is true. He asked if it was a guy...I said yes and we left it at that. Not bad right?

So why do I feel like a horrible person. I'll tell you why...because I like him and I shouldn't, AHHHH! So I am hoping that going out with friend's cousin will help me to figure out what to do...either that or it will confuse me more :P.

I am thinking after the wedding one of two things will happen:

1. Going on a date with another guy will make me realize how NOT ready for a relationship I am and that I should still be having fun

2. I will realize I want to be with Internet Guy and only him, even though I'm not ready for it

Somebody shoot me I thought dating was suposed to be fun!!!!!