The Curse Of The Brown Hair

The Curse of the Brown Hair, it sounds like it should be a title for a Nancy Drew story. Hopefully one that Ned is in, because the stories that he is in are always better than the ones where is at school, or something stupid like that. Or maybe the Hardy Boys could make a cameo.

The hair has seemed to have worked some of the magic that I hoped it would. I am seriously convinced that boys now days have a real thing for brunettes. (Maybe it is just fun-er to say brunette, than blonde.) Think about it….Jennifer Schnell…brunette, Katie Homes…brunette, Liz Taylor (and she had a ton of husbands)...brunette and finally…the Mona Lisa…blamo…brunette.

Yesterday, I noticed more than anything, boys new love with dark hair. Guys just kept coming out of the wood work to talk to me about my new tresses. Old loves, new friends, people I have never even talked to and even some of those who I thought would never talk to me again, all seemed to have to come over to comment on my hair.

The girls on the other hand, remain strangely quiet about it. None of the ladies at work said anything, not a word. I keep checking my hair, thinking maybe it was only a dream that it was really darker. The only one who said anything…was my boss…a male. The one girl that did speak up, told me my hair makes me look old. Not really the greatest complement.

On top of the silent girls, the hair has seemed to bring a small amount of bad luck. A sad conversation at church yesterday, and some trouble on a file at work today. It is all manageable, but unnecessary stress. Now, I am sure all of this would have happened had I gone on as a blonde, but I am going to blame it on my chocolate locks.

I guess I will just carry on as usual. And enjoy the extra attention, until people forget that I once was a blonde. And then ca-chow, hit them with the blonde hair again.