They’ll figure me out. I’m a poser. I don’t belong there and I know it; I think they know it too. But the desire is too strong. I cannot stay away.
I started a part-time job, evenings and weekends, at my new favorite salon/spa today. I work with salon girls. I am NOT a salon girl. I think they know this. They sense it. They may not realize exactly what yet but they know that something is off.
Just like the cool girls in high school. They knew it from the beginning and eventually they discovered my secret…I hated 90210 and loved The Simpsons. And the salon girls will inevitably realize that I hate clutch purses and love comfortable shoes.