Yes, the time has come – the time to start coloring my hair. Bleh.
If you could get a good look at me, you’d probably say, “Nah, you can wait.” But I know it’s time.
I remember when my hairdresser found my first gray hair. You’d have thought he had found a third ear judging from the look of horror on his face accompanied by an over-dramatic gasp. Just as I was beginning to think I, in fact, had a third ear back there somewhere he said in the most solemn tone, “A gray hair”. Is that all? I thought. Jeez, what an overreaction. They’re not contagious. “Pull it or leave it?” he asked. “Pull it,” I replied and that has been my stance ever since.
Not that I don’t like gray hair. Gray hair can look elegant, distinguished, even regal…on you. Not on me. Your gray hair I like. Mine, not so much. I know, boo hoo, Chris, so you have a couple of stray grays. At least you still have hair. Yes, that’s true and I am not complaining, really, ok, just a bit. I do feel lucky to have such a thick head of hair and to have avoided coloring my hair for this long. I have friends who have been covering their gray since their late 20s. I have been able to eek an extra decade out of my chocolate brown locks…ok, plain old brown hair.
Why the sudden need to do something with my hair? I’m not sure. I don’t have any monumental birthdays coming up nor do I have any important events to attend. Maybe a comment from one of my students got me to thinking…
First, I shall state for the record that I am not especially fashionable. I shall add to that statement that I am not especially unfashionable either. Ok, let’s face it, I buy whatever is on sale at ZARA, H&M and Reserved, oh and Tatuum. We cannot forget Tatuum. So that doesn’t make me much of a fashionista (or fascist as Joey on Friends said) but I am clean and ironed and presentable enough. I did have a consultation once with a stylist. What was here advice? I don’t know. I stopped listening to her after she told me that I should hit the gym and lose an amount of weight that would put me in 40-something kilo range.
But coming back to my student, the conversation went something like this…
Student, relaxed president of company: Chris, I really enjoy the company of women like you.
Hoo, hoo. Ho, ho. “Women like you”. Very cool. I had a lot of ideas of what “like you” could mean going through my head. All positives of course.
Student: Yes, women like you who don’t care about their looks.
Making appointment. How to say “cut and color” in Polish?