A cute guy makes eye contact with you twice, once when he's across the street, then again when he passes you on the sidewalk.
More of this please!
In the Starbucks, you're offered a free drink from one barista, while the other one keeps looking at you from behind the espresso machine. You turn around just to make sure there's no one else behind you, and nope, you're the only one in this general direction.
But you take it, and go with it, because who turns down free drinks and eye contact with hotties?
You're like, Own it, Janice! Work it!
And bop along the rest of the evening with a spring in your step.
Then you get to a mirror and see this:
|No exaggeration: That's a tumbleweed on my head.|
How did a tumbleweed manifest itself on my head?
Does this ever happen to you?
Okay, just checking.
Glad to know there are other people like me out in the world.
I have to say, I pull off an exceptional tumbleweed.
|Let's pretend I meant to wear my hair like a fascinator.|
It's like my hair is so fashion-forward, it styled itself.
At least I got a free drink out of it.