i am officially wearing pigtails until i die. who knew that such a childish hairstyle could make one so desirable to the opposite sex? i guess porn stars and strippers knew. but i don’t typically take me life advice from those women, and perhaps that’s where i went wrong.
last saturday i woke up severely hungover after a night with 3 british blokes who plied me with beer and whiskey. it was raining, my head hurt and i was expected to meet some friends. by the time 4:00 rolled around i had yet to even shower or brush my teeth, but i had to start this night’s festivities by 6:00.
because i keep my windows open year round, the humidity from the rain was permeating my apartment and my hair was a giant ‘fro mess. i tried to flat iron it. no success. i tried to put it in a single ponytail to the back. stupid looking. so i decided to try pigtails.
best decision i’ve made in the last 2 years.
within in the last 4 days of wearing these pigtails i’ve had: 14+ sexual propositions, 50+ comments on the street about how hot i am, at least 100+ more stares than i typically get from men on the street, and 1 guy who actually got down on his knees and proposed to me in the streets of manhattan. as far as records go, i’ve crushed ALL of my previous ones.
i don’t know what it is about women in pigtails that turns men gaga, but i don’t really care. it works and that’s all that matters.