Diary of a Manicurist

Another lost blog post from November 3, 2007! I recently dated a guy who said he kissed another dude one time just to see if he might be gay. This was shocking to me. I had been boy crazy since I was 3 so I never thought to even question it for myself. The vulnerable admission triggered an old memory for me. When I was 21, I had 2 jobs--one working for the county tax office and the other doing nails. There was a girl with long black hair named Nicole who used to come into the tax office to make payments on her mom's taxes on a regular basis. I used to hang out and talk to her for a while whenever she came in and I thought she was really cool. I found myself strangely attracted to her. It wasn't the sexual fantasy kind of attraction. It was like a "more excited than you should be to see someone" kind of thing. I guess I was excited to have a new friend. I eventually started doing her nails. She had exceptionally large hands.  That's all I need to say in 2007 an...

Another lost blog post from January 11, 2015! I grabbed my cape and rushed out of the house on this rainy day over to the bagel shop.  While waiting for my coffee, another patron mentioned the tag on my coat. Knowing I've owned this old thing at least 15 years, I couldn't fathom what she was talking about.  I gave her a confused look, "tag?"  Sure enough, a bright green tag that said ORGANIC was stuck to my side. I had been grocery shopping late last night. I had a good laugh and thanked her for saying something. I've been labeled a lot of things before but this one's a first!

A lost blog post from August 12, 2008! My social life has been revolving around downtown since Spring 2005 when I left the Hard Rock and started working at Beauty Bar. By early 2007, the bands I liked the most (The Vacation, The Lashes, The Shys, Diamond Nights, Wildbirds) stopped coming to town. Nonetheless, the whole year of 2007 was still exciting and fun up until October 2007 when Mark moved to Texas and Morpheus stopped doing Blak Fridays at Beauty Bar. Suddenly, I was wandering around with a broken heart and work wasn't fun anymore. I do have to confess that before Mark even left, I knew exactly who I would be aiming to spend my time with downtown as soon as possible. At that point I made it my goal to throw myself in this person's way every chance I got and we became friends very quickly. I became more and more involved in his life as I tried helping him cope with his own broken heart. I would listen to him talk for hours and felt much like a counsellor...but listening ...