My Hair

   Sometimes I joke about being in a relationship with my hair. But actually, the most serious, long-termiest relationship I have ever been a part of is with my hair. My haircut predates all past boyfriends. Maybe you might think that I need a haircut or that that's nothing to brag about but you are wrong. I am proud of my mermaid hair, and in many ways it is 100% satisfactory as a life-partener.
   While some silly girls carry on about wanting a man to keep them warm at night, my hair keeps my head warm at night. My hair is also more malleable and versatile than any gentleman I have ever been in a relationship with. Like a boyfriend, sometimes my hair has its bad days, but unlike a boyfriend, I can just wrap a scarf around it and all is forgiven. While I know that relationships are a two-way street, I am content to know that my hair does not give a shit what I do with my time. My hair brings out the best in me at all times, actually my hair is probably my best physical attribute. My hair never complains when I dress it up for fancy events, and providing I can help it along the way, it always makes me look good.
   Me and my hair have been together for a very long time now. I feel like when you go through a change in your life, sometimes you want to get a haircut, but no sir not me. My hair is my rock, and best of all, my hair doesn't mind if I start seeing other people.