Luxurious Confessions

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

When I was 16, my best friend Y and I always spent our saturday afternoons scheming up ways to become blondes. For us back then, being blonde meant being different than all the other girls. The majority of which were brunettes. I always felt that deep down, I was a blonde and so did she.
One day we went to the drugstore, bought a big bottle of hair bleach and ran back home to finally become blondes. Little did we know that with our hair product knowledge and lack of experience we would end up with no color other than an ugly orange.
No need to tell you how my mom reacted to the new "blonde" me. She wasn't happy, at all. Nevertheless, I was happy with the result, probably because I didn't know any better.
Ever since that day, I have been battling my addiction to blonde hair. In my very early twenties, I had perfected a very special cycle. Brunette for winter then blonde for summer and it worked for me.
Then I went blonde all year long, and I loved it. You have to know that when you're a blonde, whether you want or not, all eyes are on you. It was great for some time but then I became tired of it. Tired of having guys hit on me, tired of having them notice me that much. I just wanted to blend in the crowd and be like everyone else.
That's when overnight I went from total blonde to extreme brunette. The first reaction I got from people around was absolute shock. Then it was a mixed reaction, to whether they like it or not. I myself, liked it and was happy to finally be able to go out and have nobody or almost nobody pay attention to me. A couple of months later, I started missing my golden locks and also started to feel depressed and simply couldn't stand having dark hair. It was all so... blah. Then, a person very dear to me asked me the funniest thing ever "L, didn't you notice that it's only when you have blonde hair that you have a boyfriend?". My first reaction was of course not, guys might like blondes but they prefer brunettes, or so I've read in some magazine. Later on, I got to thinking, what if it is true? What if I could only have a boyfriend if I am a blond? So overnight, I went blonde...again. All of sudden I felt beautiful, there's something about being blonde that just gives me confidence. A feeling of :I am hot and I can get anybody I want. And that's exactly what happened ever since. I finally came to terms with the fact that I was meant to be a blonde. And that's the way it's always going to be. The degree of blondeness might change, but I'll always be one.
As for the guys, well , one thing they keep on telling me is that no matter how much they've always preferred brunettes, I am one blonde they can't live without.

posted by LUX @ 1/04/2006 07:44:00 PM