hair therapy

so i went and saw marco last night. my most fabulous and amazing hair stylist. i love him to death. he gave me the down and dirty on project runway because he did all the hair for the final show. (i know!) going there is like double duty hair and therapy, so great. and he is hillarious, always giving me relationship advice, wanting to know the latest dirt on all the boys. so when he asks about the italian (who he hates, and for good reason), i say not a chance, he is sooo over. and then this is the exact exchange: me: "i actually have a boyfriend now, marco, isn't that crazy." "(sound of marco choking on his drink in utter shock) what?!" yeah, i know. as if natalie the turbo slut couldn't have a bf?! thanks marco! so then he asked about how we met and how the dating progressed. i told him about the yankees game, and how apparently he finds me saying whatever comes into my head charming, not "crazy". whatevs. it was fabulous therapy, and my hair looks amazing.