Call me queer. I met T. at the salon where he works this afternoon and we decided to drag my barbershop 'do into the 21st century. So I'm now sporting some sun-kissed highlights and that just-got-laid tousled look.

And I swear I got more looks than normal when I walked up and down Halsted afterward. Of course, it could have been because of the hunky man I had on my arm.