My Redhead Doesn’t Dye Her Hair

I used to be three months older than my redhead. Somehow now I am 43 and she is–well, let’s just put it this way, I am now almost a decade older than she is.

I’m not very good at math so I’m not sure how that happened, but I’m sure there is an explanation.

Let’s put that aside for just a second. This is about her red hair.

My redhead first caught my eye when I was in 8th grade and she was in 7th (queue “And They Called It Puppy Love”.) I’m sure it was a combination of curves and her auburn hair that raised my temperature.

She’s always had the exact same color hair. Always.

I was reading over at Fracas about her move from blond to red via hair dye. Of course many women dye their hair, it’s only natural. Oh, wait, that isn’t how I meant to say that. It only makes sense. There, that’s better.

But my redhead, for some strange reason, doesn’t have to dye her hair. It maintains its natural beauty.

Once in a while I notice what I think is a hint of white-grey root, but a couple days later, after a mysterious afternoon of her “shopping” alone, I find I was wrong. Nothing but Auburn.

She seems to shop a lot at a place called “Cutting Connections,” but I think that’s where she purchases her scissors. And she goes through these expensive scissors pretty quick–usually about every 6 weeks or so there is another $60.00 check.

It’s so cool to know in an age of artificial beauty, my redhead just maintains her purely natural youth.