Fun Hair

So I am back on the dating app juice. It’s always fun at first. Sure, I like cocktails, sushi and travel.  Lots of swiping, BOOMS, matches, and then comes…the chat.

(The following conversation was pieced together by memory due to the fact that he “unmatched” me. Note to self: SCREENSHOT).

Him:  So, are you looking for LTR (Long Term Relationship), friendship or just casual fun, I prefer the third option.

Me:  No judgement, but I am only interested in the first or second. Best of luck!

Him: Thanks!

Me: Just curious, did anything about my profile bio imply that I would be more “fun”?
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I asked this because a while ago I had a miscommunication with a guy who misinterpreted my idea of a “fun date.”  I meant a movie and Tender Greens, he was thinking along the lines of “tender” greens.

Him: “I don’t know…maybe your hair.”

Me: MY HAIR?!

Him: It’s kind of big.

Big hair.  The provocative statement of 2018.  Non-straightened wild hair is the new crop top and short skirt.  I blame blow out salons.  Also, the misogyny of the patriarchy, but also blow out salons. I refuse to do more than occasional blow dry and curl, and even then I only do it to make myself look passable. But lately, I have noticed in rooms that I am the the only one whose hair looks naturally crazy (i.e., not in a long silky managed place). I feel  like I look a little more Wildling and less Sansa Stark.

At the very least, I have new material.