All crazy nerves and bad hair.

I can't concentrate today at work.

I need a haircut, and I've eaten pizza two days in a row.

For some reason, I'm thinking about love. I don't know why. I think it has something to do with the fact that I had a good conversation about art at a bar with a guy last night. And, as I was leaving the bar, Jonathan grimaced and seemed to openly disapprove of the guy that I was just talking to - not attracted to.

So I texted Jonathan when I got home - and asked others about this.

I basically asked this:

If the people I end up talking to are so bad that it becomes a running joke, what sort of people do my friends actually think I should go for?

If you can point out what or who's wrong, point me toward who's right.

No one's really answered that question or that challenge yet.

I had one person tell me that it's a continual process, which I knew. Another one told me that I shouldn't care what Jonathan thinks. Another person told me that Jonathan was dissuading me because he secretly wants me, which I'm sure isn't true.

I am taking his criticisms of the guys who hit on me to heart, though.

I don't know why.

I think I don't trust my own taste in guys.

I'm getting my haircut today. I can't stand this bob thing I've got going on. I look like the fifth Beatle.