It’s All Lies! Lies, I Tell You!!
Doors open for blondes. Traffic stops for blondes. Men adore you and do more for you.
Since my teenage years, when my towhead blonde faded to mousy blonde, I have been bleaching my hair. By all rights, it should resemble a Brillo pad for all the chemicals it’s seen. And no way, no how, has being blonde made men fall at my feet!
Of course, I don’t act helpless, I don’t purse my lips like I find someone fascinating, and I don’t stand on street corners. Maybe THAT is the problem.
1. Bleach hair. 2. Act helpless 3. Stand around with funny looks on your face. 4. Grab men’s sweaters and pull them toward you.
I’ll let you know how it works out.
“Excuse me sir, my tire seems to be flat….”
PS: Please click on Lexi’s picture and donate for her operation if you can. Her surgery is time sensitive. The more she grows, the more chance she will die.