Flinch

I flinched. I went blonde again.

It all started when I was talking to a nice couple at the playground. The guy looked vaguely familiar. We eventually figured out that we’d gone to business school together. Graduated in the same class.

He didn’t recognize me. That’s a bit of a hit: I like to think I make more of an impression than that.

And when he finally placed me, I could just see him thinking behind his nice, warm smile: Wow, the last ten years have been hard on her; she looks old. (Yeah, you just try birthing two babies, buddy.)

So I flinched.

I went and added blonde streaks to my hair. And a cool blue streak because this pisses me off. Maybe I’ll go gray when I’m 50.