Fiancee Destroys Marriage

My stylist April greeted me with a hug and air kiss. She said, "Kind of late to change before your wedding honey," she said with her head tilted.

I sighed audibly, shrugging my shoulders, "Well it's off. Mike got second thoughts."

"He'll come back."

I said, "Well anything's possible, I suppose. I'm flying out to Boston on Monday to finish up my schooling at MIT. So I want it chopped off, maybe an inch long and dye it platinum white."

"Are you sure," she said.

I nodded. I bought this book by Jen Winston called Greedy: Notes From A Bisexual Who Wants Too Much. I also got a book of poetry, Emily Dickenson's, who the lesbian mature woman helped me with. She actually asked if we might go out tonight and I blushed and gushed telling her I was being tested.

She said, "When you can, call me," and gave me her business card. That was interesting. When you least suspect or are looking for someone there she was..