We would go dancing underneath the city and the catacombs

After church, we went to get my haircut in Annandale. There was this kid there, well, what I consider a kid nowadays, like 19-20 or something, and my wife was saying "Do you want to get your haircut like that?" in a tone implying, please don't get a tight haircut, please! I replied, well, maybe ten years ago I would've gotten a haircut like that. God, the years just fly by. I'm going to be 33 soon, though I'm fortunate that I'm a young-looking 33, ha ha. It's funny how when you start getting old, everyone thinks they look younger than they are, but you know it might be a twisted kind of thing, getting compliments on how young you look, because if everyone perceives themselves as looking younger than they are, then of course your old ass is going to look young! I look 33, who am I kidding! I've got a wicked widow's peak nowadays, along with a receding hairline, but honestly widow's peak=cool. It's cool having this pointy little thing on my forehead, though you really can't see it since the shine of my forehead blocks it out, haha.

So, anyway, on a track to nowhere the woman cutting my hair and my wife start having a converstaion about what should be done with my hair, never mind what I want, because I guess I only care in a sort of passing manner anyway, and the woman cutting my hair makes the remark, 'He must look really cute in the morning', which whoa, kind of threw me off, but my wife just shrugged it off at the time anyway. Koreans these days, so modern! Where was I? Yeah, so getting my haircut yesterday set the gears spinning a little bit, thinking about being young and text messaging cute girls (well, I'd like to imagine that the strapping Korean lad that was sitting next to my wife and I was messaging cute girls) and also this cute Korean hair stylist making comments about how I look in the morning.

Which got me to thinking. My wife mentioned to me one of her friends in NY seems to have a crush on me, because she talks about me everytime she's with my wife. Having a crush on the married guy is the safest road possible. The married guy=safe. It doesn't matter how I look, really, just that I'm kind of nice and taken speaks highly for me, and I'm easy to like, because I'm unattainable. Because even if I reciprocated, that'd fuck everything up and I'd end up on the loser's table, or something, where the losers are.

So there I am. I just want to be 19 again. I'll take the pain, just let me be that young again.