so, after all the upheaval i have had to endure the last 3 months (non food related) and the long plateau that has been playing with my mind, i decide to let my hair guy color my hair. that's right, he took my follical virginity.
don't worry, he was gentle.
he chose a color i would have never really considered, it's a very warm, dark, reddish brown. i love it. and i look great. it makes my eyes pop. i go to this guy every couple of months, but today he kept raving, "you're beautiful, you're beautiful." then he made me let him do some makeup on me before i left.
and he's straight. yes, indeed, i have the world's only gushing, straight hairdresser. i love him.

when you get to the point where you tell someone they can color your hair how they think it would look best, there's some major trust going on. but, i do have to admit it; i look good. and, to be honest, i'm not very accustomed to saying that.