Was supposed to meet a girl this past weekend.

She didn’t like me ’cause I have no hair. I didn’t even get introduced, see… Cause I have no hair.

Not mohair. No hair.

But that’s just right now, see? Cause sometimes I get bored and turn my hair orange, or shave it all off for shits and giggles.

But that’s okay, cause it feels like velvet. Smooth, rough… smooth, rough…

Still, I am sad. Because this particular chica is quite cute. She is a friend of my friend Liesl. Who also doesn’t like my hair gone. But she has a husband, who has hair (and without hair, he vaguely resembles a cancer patient). So phblllt to her.

Unless she can talk me up. Because I’m a swell guy, even with no hair.

Sigh.

I can’t win for losing my hair.

Perhaps, one day, when I have my long and glorious locks back, I will gain the attention and awe of this particular chica. Until then…. sigh. Oh well. C’est la vie. And other sigh-like sayings.

Now, onto more important things, like … willing my hair long again.

(this has been an informational message from the vanity-driven side of the author. we now return you to your menaingless ramblings and found humor)