Continuing the week of FIRSTS
We met while he was back home on leave from the Army.
Summer was almost here and I had kept in touch with him. We wrote letters to each other religiously and Saturday nights we would talk on the phone; me in my little kitchen...him in an Army phone center.
Still...just friends, but yet again there was a sweetness to him that I just couldn't resist. It made my heart flutter. He even sent me flowers when I was feeling low.
When summer came around he phoned and told me that he was coming home on leave and would I like to go out with him. It would be our first real date.
"OK" I said.
That is when I started to get nervous. I was going to spend the entire day with him. What if after all this time we didn't like each other? Or Gasp...He didn't like me! I wanted everything to be perfect. So I decided to tame my curly locks and straightened my hair. I mean you can't do a sultry hair flip with a head full of unmanageable curls.
I had not been introduced to a straightening iron yet so I used a blow dryer. My hair was long. It took me two hours to do my hair. But it was worth it; it was smooth as ...
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He came to my door and as soon as we saw each other we hugged. His eyes were the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen.
We walked around my neighborhood. I took him to South Street Seaport and we had Italian ices ( something he had been craving for months). He asked if I would like to take a drive to the beach.
Sure I said. But inside I cringed.
Now if you are a person with curly hair you will completely understand. Curly hair and the beach just don't mix especially if you have just spent two hours straightening it.
"What the heck" I thought "I have enough product in my hair...it'll be OK."
We took a nice drive to Long Island where we had a late lunch first. I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I looked in the mirror and was pleased that I still looked fine.
We drove to Jones beach and we walked along the boardwalk. He took my hand in his and it was a perfect fit....like it was meant to be there.
We talked,
We walked
We laughed,
We walked some more. It was windy and a teeny bit humid. As much as I was enjoying our walk. I started to feel something going on with my tresses, my locks, my hair.
The only way I can describe it is that I felt my hair .....expanding.
It was sucking up all the beach air and moisture like a big giant fluffy hair sponge. The beach, a humid day, and the wind were the perfect recipe for a hair disaster. Just as we were passing a restaurant on the boardwalk I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the windows.
This is what I saw.
it was a combination of this
and this
Puli
and this
with a pinch of this
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and a dash of that
Phyllis Diller
Now with all due respect to Phyllis Diller Her look was purposeful and part of her act
My look....not so much.
I was able to twisted my lion's mane/cotton candy locks into a ponytail and side braid, all the time wondering why My Date hadn't said anything. Was he just being polite?
Later in our relationship when we reminisced about our first date I laughed about it and said.
"My hair was so frizzy and wild and you never said a word!"
He said "I never saw anything wrong. To me you looked pretty."
I just loved him for saying that.
It's true what they say...Love is blind...Thank God!
We met while he was back home on leave from the Army.
Summer was almost here and I had kept in touch with him. We wrote letters to each other religiously and Saturday nights we would talk on the phone; me in my little kitchen...him in an Army phone center.
Still...just friends, but yet again there was a sweetness to him that I just couldn't resist. It made my heart flutter. He even sent me flowers when I was feeling low.
When summer came around he phoned and told me that he was coming home on leave and would I like to go out with him. It would be our first real date.
"OK" I said.
That is when I started to get nervous. I was going to spend the entire day with him. What if after all this time we didn't like each other? Or Gasp...He didn't like me! I wanted everything to be perfect. So I decided to tame my curly locks and straightened my hair. I mean you can't do a sultry hair flip with a head full of unmanageable curls.
I had not been introduced to a straightening iron yet so I used a blow dryer. My hair was long. It took me two hours to do my hair. But it was worth it; it was smooth as ...
source
He came to my door and as soon as we saw each other we hugged. His eyes were the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen.
We walked around my neighborhood. I took him to South Street Seaport and we had Italian ices ( something he had been craving for months). He asked if I would like to take a drive to the beach.
Sure I said. But inside I cringed.
Now if you are a person with curly hair you will completely understand. Curly hair and the beach just don't mix especially if you have just spent two hours straightening it.
"What the heck" I thought "I have enough product in my hair...it'll be OK."
We took a nice drive to Long Island where we had a late lunch first. I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I looked in the mirror and was pleased that I still looked fine.
We drove to Jones beach and we walked along the boardwalk. He took my hand in his and it was a perfect fit....like it was meant to be there.
We talked,
We walked
We laughed,
We walked some more. It was windy and a teeny bit humid. As much as I was enjoying our walk. I started to feel something going on with my tresses, my locks, my hair.
The only way I can describe it is that I felt my hair .....expanding.
It was sucking up all the beach air and moisture like a big giant fluffy hair sponge. The beach, a humid day, and the wind were the perfect recipe for a hair disaster. Just as we were passing a restaurant on the boardwalk I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the windows.
This is what I saw.
it was a combination of this
and this
Puli
and this
with a pinch of this
source
and a dash of that
Phyllis Diller
Now with all due respect to Phyllis Diller Her look was purposeful and part of her act
My look....not so much.
I was able to twisted my lion's mane/cotton candy locks into a ponytail and side braid, all the time wondering why My Date hadn't said anything. Was he just being polite?
Later in our relationship when we reminisced about our first date I laughed about it and said.
"My hair was so frizzy and wild and you never said a word!"
He said "I never saw anything wrong. To me you looked pretty."
I just loved him for saying that.
It's true what they say...Love is blind...Thank God!
