I have known you but little in the years of our flirtations. A sly glance and a handful of chance meetings through a third party. But what of you? Our brief encounters left heads buzzing with praise, and yet my mother still does not like you. Still now, in our courtship I have kept our dates few and far between a morning jaunt or a mid-night quickie Are we both sad to see the curls go? Rest assured, my dearest straightener, that while my camera and my phone are still on top, You are becoming an up and coming contender for my heart.