So about two months ago, my hair started falling out. I do not exaggerate. I've always been a shedder, but my hair was coming out in small handfuls. Once I arrived in Reno, I realized I'd lost half the thickness of my hair, and decided it was time for action.

My sister, always in cahoots with any hair extravaganza, hooked me up with a stylist at her salon whom they told her was an expert with curly hair.

What they failed to mention is that he is both a.) brutally hot in just my kind of way and b.) STRAIGHT. And I'm not talking closet-gay posing as straight. Heterosexuality oozes from his every pore. He also sounds and speaks just like Joss Whedon, and kind of bosses me around already, and is a no-frills, no bullshit kind of guy.

And engaged, did I mention? Siiiiigh. So close, yet still so far.

The appointment was like a first date. We shared our stories, he rubbed my neck, teased me about my age (bc I always make it sound so old), and then he held out my coat for me. Seriously. I realized this morning that he is my type of sex-on-the-first-date guy. I trusted him immediately (I would have to, in order to let him chop off 6-8 inches of my hair), and felt instant chemistry (on my side at least). I respect his relationship status, however, and hope that he has at least one or two friends EXACTLY like him who are single. That would be cool. And I think cool, hot guys run in packs. So now I just have to devise a way to get in with his pack.