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Lan, the Vietnamese lady who cuts my hair at the Great Clips on Miramonte, always asks me about my love life, but she was especially insistent today.

To wit:

“No girlfriend yet?”

“Nope.”

A moment later:

“You’re 24 years old?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, you have six years.”

“So 30 is the deadline?”

“30 is your mom’s deadline. Maybe your deadline could be 35.”

And then:

“Seen any movies recently?”

“No. I want to see Avatar though.”

“That’s why you need a girlfriend — someone to go to the movies with!”

And finally, near the end of the haircut:

“When’s your birthday?”

“July.”

“July when?”

“21st.”

“July 21st?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe by then, you’ll have a girlfriend.”