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, instead of her Sally who had met Harry a decade earlier, around the time I immigrated to the United States. someday,” Sally is barely 30 and sporting a sassy hair cut that in 1989 should have worked with my natural curls. Some are minor - I don’t have sensible hair, and I spend a fortune colouring it and trying to tame it.Yes, my next chapter could be the stuff of a Nora Ephron rom-com. It gives me no pride to tell you that I subsequently carried in my wallet, for several years - maybe a decade - a page from a glossy magazine that featured Ryan’s many haircuts. Fonts matter in ways they shouldn’t - if I don’t like the lettering on a store sign, I won’t shop there, and Comic Sans on homework assignments forces me to question the teacher’s judgement.Registration is now open online or by calling 1890 252 900.Further information available from from Glór Cheatharlach on (085) 1340047, 087 2857048 or by emailing [email protected] you have a story or want to send a photo or video to us please contact the Derry Now editorial team on 028 7129 6600 for Derry City stories Or 028 7774 3970 for County Derry stories.
My teenage daughter will attest that I have yet to reach a level of proficiency in either area. Without any protracted emailing phase, I agreed to meet the tall and forward stranger the next afternoon. Still, disenchanted by dating - online and off - I half-expected Mr Forward to be five feet tall and 95-years-old.
Online, I could be equal parts brainy and breezy; I could hide behind pictures that only show my good side, and I could deftly dodge questions with cryptic clues about what I did for a living and the kind of man who might be the right kind for me.
In a flurry of box-checking, I could filter out men who didn’t like my politics, my hair, or my taste in music and who didn’t care if I was as comfortable in jeans as a little black dress but did care about when and how to use “you”, “you’re” and “your”. Time to take stock of all I have accepted about myself, the “alternative facts” if you will.
There was a time when, without glasses, I could read the small print on the back of a shampoo bottle (in French and English); now, I spend less time reading than I do searching for one of the pairs of cheap reading glasses I bought at the carwash or found on a desk, forgotten by some other woman in the same predicament.
My hearing isn’t what it used to be either, which I would rather blame on my attendance at concerts over the past 40 years than on something as graceless as aging. I can tell you what I wore and with which handbag on June 5th 1984, but not where I’m supposed to be tomorrow evening.
Sally was an extension of Nora Ephron - single-minded with a certain way of ordering a sandwich exactly the way it needed to be for her. For countless hairdressers rendered clueless and incompetent by the state of my hair, I unfolded that page as though it were the Shroud of Turin, while I beseeched them to grant me a Meg Ryan haircut. Seventy was out of the question - definitely not a new 50. Even though I recently found out that it’s bad for the car, I only buy gas after the “empty” light comes on.