True Confessions

I used to think I was a good person. I was raised in a good Christian home and taught proper values. I had morals and scruples. But things change. I never meant for it to happen. But I've cheated. Yes, I've cheated in the past and plan on cheating again. Tomorrow.

I need a haircut. And you can fool yourself for a while. Adding a little extra mousse, a little more spray. Then one day it's no longer enough. You go looking for more. It just happens. These feelings sneak up on you. So you phone your regular hairdresser and naturally she's booked. So when you don't get what you need from someone you've ttusted to do right by you, you naturally go looking. And I confess. I've made an appointment at my regular salon but with another stylist. Yes, she's younger and prettier but that's not the attraction. She was available. I know it's a poor excuse but she offered herself to me and I was weak. I hope my regular stylist will forgive me. After all, it's only for a cut - not a colour.

I feel ashamed.