The gray will stay, next time

My hair has started turning gray. A fact my wife never misses a chance to point out. She is always bugging me to do something about it. The other day she bought some stuff you kind of shampoo in and rinse out. The gray should be gone.

After thinking about it for a few days I agreed to use the stuff. I mean really, what do I care? She has to look at it not me, right? Well she may have to look at it but I have to live with it.

By now you have probably guessed it didn't go well. Even though I only left it in half the time it said to, two and a half minutes, it still turned it too dark. What was worse by the next day it seemed to be getting darker.

I was really surprised at my reaction to it as well. I'm the type person who really doesn't care if my hair is sticking straight up or plastered to my head. Gray or gone, hey that's life, it's still me. But I was dreading going to work. I think I was having a problem because it was so obvious that I had tried to alter my appearance. That people would think my gray hair had bothered me so much that I couldn't live with it. I even considered wearing a hat. That of course would draw more attention and right to the area I was hoping nobody would notice. No hat.

At work only a few people commented on how dark my hair was but it was obvious when talking with people they were looking at my hair and not my eyes. Come on people it's just hair not boobs. Needless to say I was very self conscious about it. Then around closing time I remembered I was going to the gym that night.

OMG! I'm still having the whole Matt Hughes problem going on. Only now it has become six fold. Yes, there are at least six guys calling me Matt, with the first one still yelling it from across the gym. My mind quickly painted a picture of me walking in the gym and the screamer, yelling across the gym "hey it's Matt Hughes and he dyed his hair." Followed by a lot of laughter of course. Thank God that didn't happen. I did wear the hat to the gym. An admitted defeat that my appearance does matter to me more than I thought.

I figured at the gym nobody would notice me wearing a hat, everybody does every now and then. What I hadn't thought through was the hat I wore was a college hat that people either love or hate. So all night people were walking over to me to talk about my hat, that was on my head, that was suppose to be covering hair, so I wouldn't draw attention to myself. Great plan huh? I managed to get through the work out with no comments on my hair but a zillion close calls (in my sick mind that is).

When I got home I asked my wife how long my hair would be like this. With a big ass smile she said "as much as you wash it not long, about six weeks." One things for sure, I have to get a new hat.