Every now and then I get in a story telling mood, and we were talking about ex's...and since I don't really have anything that negative to say about most, I thought I would tell about the time I was in college and broke, but for some reason I had dyed blond hair and couldn't afford to get my roots done...
This is where my beau came in...we'll call him Percival...
I was complaining about my big black roots, and what was I gonna do, and he mentioned to me that when he was young and his parents were being frugal his dad would dye his mom's hair blond, and he offered to do mine. We were the type that were always looking for crazy things to get into so it seemed like the perfect little adventure for the evening...
Off to the store we go, and so to make a long story short, I said "okay, put the dye on my part and around my face, don't worry about the rest" so, leaning over the sink that's what he did. Then we proceeded to watch a dvd...I'm thinking he is timing it, he's thinking I was timing it...well, next thing you know he's washing my hair out with this horrified look on his face...My roots around my face and part were the palest shade of WHITE, with this kinda golden-y hair and big black roots in the back and sides...NICE...it was awful, but we were able to laugh, and somehow fix it...I think ole' Percy is still around...hopefully he's timing his next dye session...
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