Evidently I have accidentally struck upon some magical hair style for myself, and it’s bringing all the boys to the yard.
I’m reporting this as I’m as shocked as anyone by the responses I’m getting. I always just viewed my hair was my hair. Meh, you know? It’s grey and straight. With cowlicks. I cut it and let it be whatever. Sometimes messy, sometimes neat. Mostly short.
The only compliments I ever got (and only very occasionally) had to do with the color. And those were mostly along the lines of “Who highlights your hair? What?? That’s natural?!?”
But my last couple of haircuts I have evidently tapped into the zeitgeist of current gay hair styles and also found something that works with my face and hair color, etc. Because random men are commenting on my hair.
And giving me “attention”. Ahem.
Guys at the gym. Guys in the chorus. Guys online. And guys at the gay bar. During leather night.
Yeah, I stepped outside of my comfort zone a bit on Saturday and went to “gear night” at the Eagle. I honestly can’t remember the last time I was at a gay bar– probably last summer some time.
Anyway, I donned my gay apparel (aka bulldog harness, tight Levi’s, and motorcycle boots) and went to the bar.
Where guys actually talked to me!!
Even in my still heavy winter phase, guys chatted me up. And mentioned my hair. This included some of the rugby studs that were there for a mixer. And a heavily muscled, shirtless Latino dude in a daddy cap who felt up my nips while calling me a “silver papi”.
(This is pre-newest haircut and beard trim– but you get the idea)
I even “reconnected” with a guy that I was in lust with awhile back. (He was in a harness and fuuuuuuck he looked good!) We have a coffee date tentatively planned for this coming weekend. Thanks be to hair.
It’s all very mystifying, but heck! I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.