Sisterlocks vs. Men!

I'll tell you this much, the sisterlocks are winning! I haven't posted so much stuff about the locks lately (but do stay tuned). Tonight I will say that I do love the sisterlocks and that they travel very, very well. Even when one has to get around like this!

The curls don't hold up too well on the bike, but I was still cute when I reached my destination (I brought Freud with me just in case and obviously put on too much deodorant!! I'm a nervous sweater :-0.

I have been planning this for awhile, and I thought that I had done everything perfectly to prepare myself for the evening's task... But alas, I did not count on this!

Once people did show up, I still couldn't open one set! Apart from writing articles and lectures, my objective for this trip was at least one date! It is not so easy, even if the sisterlocks are stunning. No, no, no, I am not bitter. But I do sometimes wonder about why I am attracted to men! The worst thing is that instead of staying in the game, I started observing people and writing down all the reasons why men get on my nerves:
1. A young couple enters the bar/cafe, the woman is in full make-up, strapless dress, and chignon! Even I am captivated by her perfume. Although they speak a foreign language (not Norwegian or English), it is clear that he has been speaking for 30 minutes nonstop! She smiles and giggles on cue.

2. A young couple enters the bar. He is pushing the baby carriage (the dual meanings of "push" are apparent on his face). The woman nurses the baby as the man orders drinks. He buys her something she didn't want or can't imbibe (caffeine, she's nursing, hello!). He looks angry as she turns away from the coffee. She speaks sweetly to the baby and excuses herself to the bathroom. He folds his arms and looks out the window. The baby cannot get his attention, even I see the little one flailing his arms and legs. I hear him shrieking, learning to use his voice. The baby tosses his sock across the cafe. Only then does the father look down. The woman returns from the bathroom, she ignores the baby's smiles, his feet on the table, his pushing the table and knocking over the drinks. She talks to the man exclusively. The man smiles.

3. A young couple enters the bar, only the man arrived first. He is already tired of waiting when she finally arrives. They work on their respective laptops, but she is careful to include him in what she sees, what she is reading online. She gets up unannounced and walks over the bar. She orders two iced coffees, two glasses of water, and carries two brown sugar cubes in her hands back to the table. She sets down the drinks. A moment passes. He finally looks up and silently acknowledges them.

4. A couple enters the bar. She is dressed in white, walking so eagerly and so proud that she outpaces him. The extra step she has in front of him gives him just enough time to look back at me, lock eyes, and to smile.

Of course I am only catching a glimpse of someone else's life. Of course I am obviously interpreting out of my own jaded-but-not-wanting-to-be-jaded perspective. Of course, anyone in a relationship sometimes wishes the partner would disappear. And of course I should be focused on my own business. I get it.

But does anyone speak honestly about relationships anymore (hey, I did indulge the Sex and the City perspective)? I mean, do people ever discuss how they negotiate their desire in an uneven playing field? Ok, ok. I will try again tomorrow. Maybe I should go to the museum...

At any rate, my hair looked good all night. And while Henry VIII is representative of my struggle, I will enjoy this series with the chocolate pudding and microwave popcorn I brought from the US!