Back in da day, roughly 60 years ago ....... my best buddy started dating a guy named Wayne. Well, his best friend was Kevin, and he & I hit it off. We made quite a foursome on weekends, hitting the town and singing along to our Loverboy cassette. ("everybody's workin' for the weekend") Wayne and Kevin both lived in a nearby town, about 20 minutes away. A whole 'nother county! Exotic, don't you think?!
During our budding romance, I remember that Kevin vacationed in Florida for a week. Upon his return, he was so excited to give me a genuine pearl mounted inside a heart pendant. You know, one of those "you choose the oyster and keep the pearl inside" things. Again, so exotic!
Not long after that, I ventured to a new hairdresser I had heard good things about. During the course of conversation, she mentioned the small town where she lived. I said, "Hey! What a coincidence! My boyfriend Kevin lives there!!" She put the scissors to her side and said "Kevin WHO?" Well, as I said his last name, I distinctly noticed her grip on the scissors tighten. Not a good sign. My blood ran cold at that very moment.
Turns out he was dating us both at the same time. ME -- Caught in a love triangle! (EXOTIC!) I suddenly wondered if she & I had matching pearl love pendants, but didn't think it was the ideal time to inquire. I could always pose that pressing question during the taping of our Jerry Springer episode.
Anyhoo ...... NOT a good feeling, sitting in a beauty shop chair, locking eyes at the reflection in the mirror of a woman scorned, who's wielding sharp instruments, and terrified that she's about to go all "Edward Scissorhands" on me. The very definition of "vulnerable", folks! I had visions in my head of walking out of the beauty shop sporting this look:
So I managed to utter the only three words that seemed to matter at that point ........ "just a trim".
And I never dated Kevin-from-the-next-county again.