Whole Foods.

I did not intend to post photos of my haircut today. Instead, I was going to blog about my living room so that I could finally show you how it all came together. It's beautiful. But my living room will have to wait.

I have to tell you what happened at Whole Foods this afternoon. Read on, and remember, I did not make this up. It falls in the category of things that could ONLY happen to Victoria.

I was poking around the grocery store looking at varieties of cereal and wine and fresh mozzarella. A couple of times I saw this tall, dark skinned man kind of watching me. Whatever. I pulled over on the baking aisle to look for toffee chips. Whole Foods doesn't sell toffee chips. And the man approached me.

"I'm sorry if this is weird," he said, "but I just love your haircut. It looks so great on you."

Hold the phone. This is the same haircut from the Hairtastrophe of last week.


"Oh," I stammered, "um, thanks!"

"I don't know if this is weird, but I would love to call you sometime." Yes. This attractive man in a grocery store who likes my haircut, you CAN call me sometime. He apologizes again if this is weird. But I have to give him a break. He liked my haircut even after he saw the back by the olive bar.


He reaches out to shake my hand, and says, "What's your name? My name is Victor."

Pause. I consider lying. But he is pretty cute, so the truth is probably a better way to start.

He doesn't even stop to consider the fact that we have the same name, and put my number in his phone. Probably my haircut distracting him again.


We chatted a little more about teaching, Whole Foods, and Michael Beasley. He's apparently an NBA fan, and he informed me that Michael is in rehab as of yesterday. Good to know.

In review, today a boy in a grocery store asked me for my phone number because he liked my haircut. And his name was Victor.