Today, with only about 5 catalogs left, I pulled into Lords and Ladies Hair Salon. It was a typical city salon, with a group of about 7 women drinking coffee, gossiping and getting dyed. Typical, that is, until I looked closer and realized that 4 (possibly more) of the women were not…well, women.

Hey that’s cool-I’m not mad at ya. But, at this point I had already told them that I was there to talk to them about Pure Romance. So, I needed to go through with my “30 second commercial.” I think it may have been awkward to turn around and swiftly remove myself from the situation after I had already initiated conversation with these lovely ladies. So, I pretended I didn’t notice that they were 6 feet tall with a 5 ‘o clock shadow.

I smiled and talked and left my information and got the hell out. Actually, one of the women (with a vagina) ended up being a pretty good party lead. I would love to know how hard they were laughing at after I left.

Worst idea ever. I called 10. 8 were disconnected. Of the 2 I got a hold of, 1 laughed at me and the other sounded like she had been living in the depths of hell. Neither were interested in my offer.

I think I’ve been watching too much Bunny Ranch on HBO. Those girls are so friendly and professional! I thought I’d get a receptionist, not a 350lb mean monster!

Well, I guess what they do is technically illegal so it’s not as if they operate a storefront with tulips and cookies. Ya, I’m an idiot.

My sister is a big doubter and I am feeling the need to prove her wrong. I want this blog to help other people trying to figure out how to damn the man and empower themselves.

Feeling like I’m spinning my wheels right now, but staying positive!