***Your hair is too long, he says.
I know I need a hair cut.
You could lose about 10 inches and still have some length left.
Whoa! Did I say hair cut? I definitely meant a trim. I need a trim. ***
I've always had what most people consider to be long hair (usually anything below the shoulder).
I wore a short wig to work one Halloween and the men in the office avoided me until word got to them that it was a wig.
Most of the girls thought it was cute.
I guess it's a girl cute more than a guy cute.
The following March I finally did the one thing I kept talking about doing since my 18th birthday: donate my hair to Locks of Love.
I loved having my hair short.
It was light.
Easy to wash and dry.
But I was the only one who liked it.
The men in the office were outraged.
WHY?! My bosses proclaimed.
Not even the Locks of Love explanation made it remotely ok.
One of my bosses said, "Don't do it again."
It'll grow back, I said, feeling like a scolded child.
My more selfish reason for donating it was to stop hiding behind it.
I figured if it wasn't there to hide my rolls of back fat I'd finally do something to get rid of the rolls.
But I didn't.
I ended up traumatized and waiting for my hair to grow back.
So were my bosses.
Here we are a few years later.
And I'm scared to get it cut, er, trimmed.
Maybe I should pay my old bosses a visit before I have it trimmed...
***You're on the border of 'sexy' long and 'overly religious' long, he says.***
Well, when you put it THAT way... I'll ask around for a good reference.