I have had a unique dilemma in the fact that I have, literally, had to color my hair ever since I was 13 years old. As puberty hit, for some unknown reason, I developed a major silver streak on the left side of my head. Seeing as how I didn’t want to walk around looking much older than my peers or be compared to a male version of Rogue from the X-men, I have colored it ever since. If you can imagine the strange looks I got, a young male plopping down a bottle of hair dye every month in Walgreens, you can imagine what I’ve had to go through. I imagine, by now, the silver has spread, but I am under the assumption that, until my youthful looking face can no longer pull it off, I’m going to be a dye guy for quite some time. Not many men can pull off the Richard Gere look and still gain the attraction of women young enough to be Julia Roberts but, even then, that usually only happens if you’re rich, an actor, or something you see on a movie.
I do know that, from time to time, I will get a silver hair in my arm hair or something and out come the tweezers. It’s funny, because when that happens you sit there and try to convince yourself that they’re actually blonde but, in essence, you know you’re just fooling yourself. I shouldn’t be surprised, really. From what my family says my Grandpa had silver hair VERY early on, and I think my youngest Uncle suffered from the same fate. However, since I take after my mom’s side in the family concerning youthful appearances and younger looking skin, until my face can no longer pull it off I will color my hair, pluck any silver hairs I see elsewhere and if it ever gets really bad one day, shave everything all of the time or just take a bath in Nair. Seriously. I don’t want to look prematurely old unless I look it elsewhere. That’s just the way that I am. I want things to match, and in a positive way, not a negative one.
