One of my sweet college girls

(who gave me permission to tell this story)

recently ended her dating relationship.

I knew she was having a hard time with it,

so I texted her to ask if she’d want to meet me

in the campus dining hall

(I work on their college campus)

for a little pasta and talking through tears.

She assured me she’d like to meet me for lunch,

but didn’t know what time she could get to the dining hall

because she was currently having her hair done,

which is always a great way to deal with a break-up

in my humble opinion.

I texted her back to ask how much longer her appointment would be

and this is what I got in reply:

“Not sure… I got it highlighted too,

so she’s blowing it out now and then gonna shape it up.

Boy is going to miss me bad.”