Some time had passed since I had left school and I was working at a small candy kiosk in the middle of Sears. I had a night off and I was bored so I decided that I was going to see what my hair would look like if I colored it blue. I didn’t have any real hair products that would emulate the results I desired … so I found some blue food coloring. It works on Easter eggs… right?
Sooo shortly there after… I had blue hair.
Minding my own business, probably playing my Nintendo or something… I received a call from one of my besties. She was going out on a date with her boyfriend and they had an extra who needed a date. I fiddled with my hair briefly and choked out a weak, “Yeah, okay.” And I agreed to meet them at Denny’s.
He wasn’t bad looking. In fact, he had incredible eyes and shoulders. He did his best to make light, comfortable conversation. I don’t recall my own conversation skills at the time but they couldn’t have been that great. I’m shy now… but back then … I was an anxious mess of self doubt. At the time I was preoccupied with being self conscious about my blue hair.
After Denny’s, we decided to go wandering through the woods in the middle of the night. We found a nice secluded spot and engaged in a cut-throat game of Truth or Dare. My bestie knew I was never going to make any move on the date so, of course, she had to dare him to kiss me.
Just then… it began to rain. Now… remember… my hair has food coloring in it.
By the time we emerged from the woods, it was 4AM… and both myself and my date looked like a couple of Andorians without the antennas.
I just have to say… food coloring washes out easily from hair… off of skin, not so much. My poor date had to be at work at 6.
