April 05, 2006
Selma blair hair
And some time during the cold cold night, when the rain came pouring down like so many fallen glass marbles through an open hand, I sat myself down at the restaurant counter and noticed the girl two seats over. I stole looksees for brief moments as she tilted her head forward to lip reach her chopsticks holding fragile noodles drenched in warm soup - I think the japanese call it. Ramen. With medium length brown hair, she slightly looked like that actress that played the wife of the guy who works at a corporation and ends up with scarlett johansson. But softer, younger and eating in monterey park. But what struck me was her ability to consume her meal without intrusion or interruption of her tress. How the hell did she do that? Me, between every slurp and gulp, I had to wipe my hair away only to have them return to the scene of the crime shortly thereafter. But not her, like stop motion photography, her hair moved only slightly but mostly stayed in place. I spied no bobby pints, hello kitty clips or sign of perma gel. I should ask her, I want to ask her but what seemed like 14 hours later, she told me it was merely tucked behind her ears. Really? My hair doesn't do that at all. Are my ears too small as if now I have and yet another size concern - do you know how hard it is to find size 6.5 shoes? Maybe I just need ear extensions or some kind of japanese invention. Or maybe I should just watch her eat. Of course, that might be creepy. But appropriate for a cold cold night with the rain pouring down...
Posted by yumyumcha at April 5, 2006 10:03 PM