Posts Tagged ‘hair’

Drown Me In Your Love

Tuesday, December 9th, 2008

So awhile back I was showering at my guy of the time’s house. He thought he’d be “romantic” and help this dirty girl get clean. As I’m washing my hair, he decides to hop in. Which is fine.

I close my eyes, tilt my head back to rinse the shampoo. There’s nothing more wonderful than the feeling of hot water running through your hair as all of the impurities are washed away.

Then, water unexpectedly rushes over my face. Not able to see, I take a step away from the shower head so that i can catch my breath. Water is still pouring down my face. Eyes squinched closed due to shampoo now burning them, I try to move away from the water once more and fail again.

So I put my hands over my face and yell, “What in the hell is going on?!?”

The waterfall on my face ceases.

And I open my eyes to the innocent face of my guy standing there with a hand-held shower head. How sweet. He was trying to help me wash my hair.

And almost drowned me in his love while doing it.

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Gothika vs Purple Rox

Wednesday, September 24th, 2008

Back in college I used to work for the newspaper. And so did Jack. Jack was hot. Tall, dark hair, black glasses.  He had a hot little lip piercing. Loved music. He was so rad.

He also had a girlfriend. She was pale. Wore lots of dark clothes. Had black fingernails and piercings all over. And her hair. It was jet black. My guy friend B and I called her Gothika.

Jack and I would flirt a little, but not really. We were more goofy than flirty, I guess. 

One night, I was complaining to B about how much I just wanted to hang out with Jack and we came to the conclusion…

That I needed to dye my hair black. That was the only way he was going to notice me. So we went to the now torn down Wally World, bought jet black dye and dyed my hair. It would have been cool…

Had my hair not turned purple. And had he noticed it. He didn’t even as much as mention that it looked bad. I mean. Nothing. 

I did rock that purple hair though.

About a year or so later, we ‘dated’ for maybe two weeks. Then we decided to be adventurous and venture out to Red Star, to which neither of us had been. Karaoke with DJ Bird [props!]. Jack didn’t take well to Red Star and stopped seeing me after that. 

I guess I was gothic enough. Ah well.

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