Oh no
another harsh midlife realization; some things never change. Btw, I have no idea if I am in mid or late
life. It gets increasingly confusing as
mortality rates fluctuate, but I insist on calling myself “mid”. Regardless, I am still a bar loser. In my
twenties I made the mistake of going out to bars with my blond girlfriends.This was definitely a lose lose
situation for my brown hair. Clairol had it
right when they declared blonds have more fun. Yes, they do and get a hell of a lot more action as not one head ever turned my brunette way. Bringing reading material was my default activity. I
finished a lot of books in bars. I gave up and got a dog.
Fast forward two marriages and multiple failed attempts at dating sites later I decided to venture out to a bar alone to see if times had changed re: hair color. No blonds to get in the way now. I also brought a book. I was in Palm Desert, Ca where almost everyone is over 60 so I knew I wasn't up against fab, hot twenty-somethings. Me, my book and my ego sat down at the bar. I placed the book on my lap like a security blanket and ordered a glass of Chianti. There was a nice looking man sitting alone on my left. If not now when?! And this was definitely my moment as he was watching a college basketball game on the overhead TV. Coincidentally I am a college basketball savant! It was like a perfect wave.
I had a great opening line about the college rankings and although he answered my question there was no ensuing conversation. Brave and confident in my knowledge I tried again and even switched my focus to the NBA. He was politely monosyllabic. I was a little dumbstruck as what man doesn't want to talk sports? It was my ace in the hole subject with the male species. I dazzled with my acumen and in this regard my brown hair never held me back. Hold on a sec! The man on my left suddenly seemed to perk up.
A blond walked in the bar.
I had a great opening line about the college rankings and although he answered my question there was no ensuing conversation. Brave and confident in my knowledge I tried again and even switched my focus to the NBA. He was politely monosyllabic. I was a little dumbstruck as what man doesn't want to talk sports? It was my ace in the hole subject with the male species. I dazzled with my acumen and in this regard my brown hair never held me back. Hold on a sec! The man on my left suddenly seemed to perk up.
A blond walked in the bar.
