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I think I'm in love with my hairdresser. His name is Dwayne and he is this fabulous 40's gay man. Never met anyone gay and 40 and that fab. *thinks* I'm sure i'm not "in love" with him, but more so in love with how he makes me feel. For an hour I am completely pampered with wonderful soft hands, warm eyes, and a tantalizing sense of humour and wit that makes my whole soul grin with delight. :) And have I mentioned how fucking cool he is? He just have one of those personalities that is just mmm mmm good!! He might have a connection to get me a job @ a fabulous upscale restaurant in SLC since the owners are gay and he cuts their hair.