Finally

Flirting is silly and fun. Apparently buying, or proposing to buy, ice-cream for a newly-met flirt-target is "naughty". I am absolutely unable to resist peeking back over my shoulder to see if I'm being watched. I must, absolutely must, walk/strut away with a bounce in my step, and if there are stairs, I will bounce and leap all the way down.

I shaved half of my hair off. I'm not sure if I like it, but I was getting so sick of my standard haircut (the same one I've had since the day I first cut my long hair off many years ago, with only a few variations) that I am filled with relief at having done something. Besides, attractive people that I like to flirt with continued to flirt (or in one case, established a flirtation) after the clippers did their work, so I must assume it looks at least alright. My pink hair looked so, so pretty on the white-tiled floor.

Perth was good, it was... itself. I've not said much about it here because anything I said would potentially violate the privacy of the person I went to see, and I don't want to do that. But I did go, and it was wonderful!