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Monday...workout,
Tuesday...yoga, Wednesday...workout, Thursday... Ladies Night!
Last week I took an extra 5
minutes to find pants that weren't too tight and a shirt that might be
cool enough to wear. I took an extra 10 minutes to remove that 5
o'clock shadow and 15 minutes to do a few rep's of bench presses so I'd
look a little buffer.
I finally arrive at happy
hour and had a few drinks, maybe too many seemed like I got sadder with
each round as I watched the ladies flirt with the "Young" guys and I
thought, I'm not quite a Hottie anymore.
Oh!, did I fail to mention the
extra 20 minutes I spent combing my hair just right so that it covers my
receding hairline? Yes, the club I belonged in was the thirty-something
club but I wasn't quite ready to accept the membership.
Hair is a funny thing, love it
or hate it. Funny just how obsessed we are with curling, braiding,
coloring, cutting, waxing or otherwise removing it. Despite natures way
of telling me it was over, i.e., the late night commercials from the
Hair Club for Men, that's one club I Don't want to belong to. I
had tried everything to hold on to my hair, hair tonic, hair cream, hair
massage, hair plugs, finally deciding to accept the change and go bald.
Now I know what Justin
Timberlake meant when he said, "I'm bringing sexy back." This week I got
the lady and my Mojo back. Her name's Lisa and we've got so much in
common, thanks Nair!
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