Valentine's Day

I made the mistake of getting my hair cut on Valentine's Day just before the place shut, and the hairdresser, who wasn't unattractive, but did give off slightly desperate vibes, asked if I wanted to come back to her place for dinner.

Now, I'm awkward enough at talking at the best of times, and I purposefully ensure that I appear to be as unavailable as possible, so it kind of surprises me when people still profess to be interested in me. In this case, I mumbled an excuse and fled out the door (after paying).

Jam it back in, in the dark.