Clareified

My cousin was with this girl Jennifer for like eight years. She had a son from a previous relationship and they lived together in an apartment not far from my mom. Anyway, a few years ago he dumped her and starting going out with another chick. They had a kid two years ago, and my mom has been hassaling me to go meet her and the baby. But I was too busy. I don’t really have that excuse anymore, so today was the day. This new chick is a hairdresser, so I went with my mom to her shop to see if she could fix the disaster that is my hair. She primarily speaks Spanish, so she and my mom are chatting away, while I smiled and nodded. Right off the bat, I make the following observation. She’s light-skinned, long dar hair, petite…pretty much looks just like Jennifer. Except she has a mole on her cheek. I guess when you have a type, you have a type. Anyway, she’s washing my hair and says I need to cut it because the ends are damaged. I shake my head. My mother intervenes and says “You’ll never get that girl to cut her hair, Jennifer.” I bolt upright and without thinking say “Hold up! Your name is Jennifer, too???!” My mother gives me such a look. I slink back down in my chair and proceed to blog this so I don’t have to make eye contact with anyone for a while.
But dyaaaam.

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