Bangs

I want to cut my hair so that it has bangs, ending at my eyebrows.

I don’t need my boyfriend’s permission to do this, and I don’t want his approval, but I do value his opinion. I asked his honest opinion: Did he think bangs would look good on me, with my hair its current length?

I can’t get a straight answer out of him. Like most men in America, he’s been conditioned to answer nothing negative to that sort of thing. He doesn’t know. He’d have to think about it. He’s not sure what kind of bangs I mean. We were at the costume shop. I tried on a wig. “Bangs like this. Just like this. What do you think? Should I do it?” He doesn’t know.

So, of course, I’m worried. Is it that he thinks the bangs would be a horrible mistake, but he’s scared he’ll piss me off by telling me?

Is it that, even though they’d look okay, he wouldn’t like them, personally, himself?

Is it that he doesn’t care?

Maybe he really doesn’t know.

Why do I care? Because I value his opinion, like I value my best friend’s.

Why is it so hard for a man to give his opinion?

I’m going to survey all my girlfriends, instead. I value my boyfriend’s opinion, but it isn’t available in this case. So… onward.

There. That’s too much time spent worrying about my hair. Onward.

(Thank you, Nyarlathotep, for taking the picture of me in the wig. :) )

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Posted in my sex life, vanity on 10/16/2006 02:22 am
 
 

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