Today was insane. I was having lady upon lady run their fingers through my hair at work. All of the women were married, too. I don't get why single ladies don't act upon their desires--it's clear that women want to feel my hair.
I feel a bit unprepared, since I have no photo for you, but my hair right now is especially awesome. I don't comb it or nothing, just wash and towel dry; that's it. There's this textural thing happening with it; plus, it lays down in all these cool waves. The color is light brown with light blond highlights. Did I mention that my hair used to be reddish? It isn't anymore.
I am enjoying this phenomenon of women messing up my hair with their hands. I have figured out that if I could choose a way to die, that death by female hair tussling would be high on my list.
Okay, which one of you ladies wants a tussle?
(There were two other photos, one was much better, but they didn't survive the emailing process from my phone to computer. WTF? The downside with going through all the treatments was that my face aged quite a bit from all the stress. Meh, I still look good.)
4 years ago