so my hairdresser asked me out...

You're having your hair cut at a funky little salon in Freo which is really, really ridiculously cheap. It's a good haircut cos your hairdresser is Italian so presumably you think they know what they're doing. Inicidentally, it's 9.30am when you're having your haircut and you've got no makeup or anything on.

The hairdresser's new in town. Because of the aforementioned Italian-ness he's a big coffee drinker. So the conversation inevitably turns to good places to drink coffee in Freo. I say that Merchant is good. I then ask if he's ever been to Subi cos my cousin works at Oriel and he makes an insanely good coffee. He's never been to Subi before. He sounds pretty keen to check it out though. Then he asks, 'Perhaps we could go to that coffee place, what are you doing later?'

Absolutely gobsmacked. The person cutting my hair was asking me out. How did we go from the professional relationship of hair cutting small talk to asking out? I had to tread very lightly, this guy was cutting my hair. The way I rejected him may or may not have had an effect on the outcome of my hair. So I said, 'I'm going to see Harry Potter tonight.' And I did, it was great. Adam got a bit jealous/concerned/threatened. He had no reason to be. I was very flattered, but my hairdresser never got a look in.

So now I can add foreign hairdressers to the list of guys who will hit on me.