Who's that girl?

As part of my on going attempt to be a real girl I am going to the hairdressers to get my hair cut and coloured today. That may not sound like a big deal to those of you that do this on a regular basis but let me assure you that it is. First off I have been growing my hair since last autumn (as part of my ongoing midlife crisis). I can't bear it anymore so its all being chopped off and I am reverting to my normal boyish crop. Second and more significantly (also as a continuing part of my midlife crisis) I have somehow agreed to have my hair coloured. I can count the times I have had my hair coloured on one hand. Nay, one finger. Disaster.
This runs on par with my other attempts at being a girl. I fall off high heels. I bite my nails. I can't really do make up. If I do do it I always forget to take it off. I rarely have matching underwear on (something I am given to understand that real girls do). I can't bear the time and effort it takes to blow dry my hair (another reason for the crop decision). I only own one handbag. My favourite gadget is my cordless drill as opposed to say my "Ladeeze Whirlpool Foot Spa" (which I hasten to add is not something I actually own). I am unable sustain any kind of conversation about beauty products, hair removal strategys, make-up or anti-ageing creams.
I have really been trying to discover my inner girl. There's no real sign of her as yet but maybe she will surface after the hair colour. Not holding my breath for it though.