Hang on I lie! I was once with a guy who had a permed and streaked mullet and he used to spend more time than me on his hair. He also had great dress sense and loved to dance. His name was Mark, but he later changed it to Marcus. I remember our first date was to a club called The Beat which was in Brisbane. In hindsight it was a super strange place for a first date, but I just loved him. That was the first night I ever saw two men kiss, and I nearly fucking died.
I remember after our first fight he took off, and when he came back hours later he had streaks in his hair. I was like "why did you do that?" And he said "my sister and I believe the best pick me up is getting your hair done, and I needed a pick me up".
Ha! True story!
I remember after our first fight he took off, and when he came back hours later he had streaks in his hair. I was like "why did you do that?" And he said "my sister and I believe the best pick me up is getting your hair done, and I needed a pick me up".
Ha! True story!