Honesty: Not Always the Best Policy

Today I got my hair done. It has been 6 months since I last got it highlighted because we moved and it took me that long to get a good recommendation. The salon was amazing - industrial, trendy, and full of gay men. Completely out of place in this town and right up my alley. I'm really missing Austin, TX these days.

The girl who did my hair is great at what she does, but my hair was not cooperating and we ended up switching my part around so many times that it ended up a big mess. She ended up cutting bangs and today I am not happy with it, but if you had seen how much work went into this, you would totally understand why she had to do it. It will grow back, but I have a feeling there's a looong awkward phase coming. At least the color is perfect.

Let's go back about 6-7 years. I took Ben home for the first time and of course both my parents in their separate homes had pictures of me up everywhere from high school back. Ben, being the most honest person I know, took one look at them and said, "You were ugly in high school with those bangs. No way I would have dated you then." I'm not real sure how anyone is supposed to take that, but he meant it as a compliment to how I looked then. At least that's his story and he's sticking to it.

Fast forward to tonight. I came home and asked if he liked my hair. I wanted his honest opinion and do you know what he said? "Your hair looks like it was in high school." A simple "No" would have done just fine. Did I mention he was honest?

I think I'll hide out for awhile. Apparently I'm quite ugly again.