For twenty-odd years I've never had a natural hair color. I've
never had the "whole wheat honey-blond ponytail tucked under
the organic cotton blend Patagonia cap. (Dave's dream girl). And
yet, for twenty-odd years Dave has never even had hair; you
know, like the golden, curly, wind-blown surfer locks on
Christopher Atkins in the movie "Blue Lagoon" (my dream boy)
Well, around Christmastime I made a slight change in hair color...By now Dave should have realized that I'm a person of conviction.
I don't have a lot of in between attitudes. I'm all in, or I'm all out.
I'm passionate, or I'm indifferent. I'm honest or I'm silent. I'm
black or I'm white. Most of all I don't seek approval.
So when Dave woke up with a brunette one morning he asked me,"Why can't you just have normal hair?"
Well guess what he got for Christmas! I'll grow my hair out assoon as he does.
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