Two Rogue Hairs

I was at Natascha's place the other week, just chillen out on her couch talking, with my head in her lap, and she was playing with my hair when she let out a giggle. The kind of giggle that only comes when a woman has discovered something on a man that's amusing and he won't like hearing. Thank God we weren't fooling around.

I inquired about the nature of her amusement, and she told me, in a smug little voice, that she had found to entirely grey hairs to match the one she pulled out of my head the night of The All Nighter.

Rather than pulling them out, I asked her to escort me to a mirror for me to see them for myself, in action, in my head. So she did. I saw an old man when I looked in the mirror. I was petrified. I still am. So not cool.

I've been thinking a lot lately about the many ways in which I've changed and grown up since moving here, and this is only further proof. I mean, I don't mind cause I'm gonna be a hot grey haired guy, but man, that it's starting now is sad. I can only hope I have a full head of grey hair before I go bald, if I go bald. I'd like to at least be that hot guy with peppered grey hair for a while. My dad went grey early, and I knew it was gonna happen early, but you never really think it's gonna happen till it does. And even then it's always too soon.

So anyway, I'll monitor their progress. I know leaving them in will only encourage their friends to do the same, but fuck it. Whatever. I have to start getting older sometime.