When I met Robert, my hair was in the process of lightening up. I had dyed it dark brown a year prior. If you are a life long blondish person, this is a drastic change for your hair and it takes it a lonnnnggggg time to get it back to that original blonde color that you started with. He's seen old pictures of me with really blonde hair and he wants to see it in person. I am ready to be blonder too. But, I have a grasp that it's a gradual process, I can't just walk out of the salon and expect to have white hair (or rather the much blonder hair i had in high school and college). That doesn't look natural. I know it's contradicting that I want to look natural with my highlighting, but whatever.
Anywayyy, I come home from my appointment, pleased with the outcome. Yay, blonder hair. Robert examines it, says he likes it and says he thinks I could have gone even blonder. My husband, the hair color expert. I explain that I could go even blonder at my next appointment, but this is as blonde as I could go for this one. He seems confused but is satisfied with the answer for now.
We go out that night to the TYSO event to support our friends at Barley House. Lots of fun. We get home and for some reason the subject of my hair comes up again. Robert's true feelings finally come out. Is it supposed to be 9 different colors??? he says about my HAIR.
YES, HONEY, YES IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE NINE DIFFERENT COLORS. THAT IS EXACTLY THE LOOK I'M GOING FOR.
Men. ppppffffffffttttttttt. Men don't get hair color.