I stare at hair

I've always hated my hair. I love it after a stylist finishes blowdrying it straight and adding lots of volume but then I get home and reality sets in. I have white-trash hair. It's straight in the front and wavy in the back. Not a nice soft wave but one that starts about mid-head and then kind of goes all kinky like. It's frizzy if left to dry on it's own and blows out super big if not kept under control.

I think that is why my hair has been in a pony tail for about 10 years. I don't know how to wear it any other way. It takes almost an hours worth of effort to make it presentable to show in public if I wear it down. Who has that kind of time anymore. Wash, condition, blow dry, flat iron, curl...too much.

I've always been jealous of other people's hair. My friends Paige and Kate have the cutest short hair. They can pull it off because of their amazing cheek bones. My sister-in-law has the most gorgeous curly hair that after a flat iron is super shiny and soft, she can easily wear it either way. I dream of having hair like that.

Tonight we went to go see a movie. After the movie was over there was a girl leaning up against the wall waiting for her boyfriend or friends, or maybe she was looking to score drugs, I have no idea. But she had the most beautiful hair I have ever seen. It was so shiny that it was almost blinding. Smooth with a slight curl at the end and volume on top. Based on her clothes she didn't have to put much effort into either. Unless she spent two hours on her hair and then forgot to get dressed up.

As my husband paid for our parking, I couldn't help but just stare at her. I realized I had been staring to long when she looked my way and squinted her eyes and raised her hands to about breast bone height, mouthing "what!" I looked away and should have learned my lesson but I stared at her again after about 10 seconds. She looked back my way and turned a shoulder. Then we started walking towards our car, I turned around and stared at her again, she looked back over her shoulder and after seeing me bare my eyes into her soul, she just walked off.

What can I say, I appreciate beauty. But at least I gave her a story to tell her friend or drug dealer whenever she sees them. This weird girl with no makeup and frizzy hair kept staring at me....GAAA!