So the question is: Did the girl revert back to the curly perm/curly hair look today?

She sure did.

So, then. Maybe the girl had decided, for the second time, that she didn't like the new hairstyle? Or maybe she just had her hair done for a special occasion and reverted back to normal for another ordinary day?

Who knows? I will never know, because I will probably never speak to her. I cannot afford to get into speaking to girls that I do not know on the bus. I think that this is because I might decide that the grass is greener elsewhere and a giant, irreversible leap into that a new pasture would be preferable to going through life bored with what I have got. My judgement isn't always very good.

I already feel pathetically guilty when I talk to my friend Eleanor (a single mother, who is nice, and who told me that her boyfriend left her when she became pregnant, some years back) and my other friend Maria (an Austrian ex pat, who speaks perfect English, but with a definite Germanic inflection, and seems to love random and weird TV as much as I do). Why guilty? Because I dearly, truly and seriously would like to fuck both of them and that is not on. I am supposed to be making a go of this relationship.

Sadly, the Jennifer/Jerry show is a bit of a mess. I feel that I can do and say nothing without being accused of being awkward. It is tiresome. I am not wrong all of the time and I am not taking the piss all of the time.

So bad.

... And that was my 100th post. Onwards to the next 100.