Recently, I've questioned whether my husband has hair longer than my own. Weird to some, new to me. I never thought I liked really long hair on a man, but maybe my views have changed. I've always been a fan of shaggy hair on men, you know, the shaggy, I-don't-give-a-rip skater boy hair, yes, I like it. But never have I thought I liked flowing hair. B's hair sometimes has tendrils, not kidding you. And sometimes ringlets. This is not thought of as manly to some but it has become it to me.
B always use to talk about wanting "warrior hair," whatever that means, and I just thought he was being silly, but he wasn't. Now, the mane, his mane, is warrior man hair proportions for sure. It bounces on his shoulders, and I can run my hands through it and when I think I'm done, I'm not, meaning his hair is really gosh darn long. He has black hair that's incredibly shiny with a subtle wave. It's really beautiful, really hair meant for a woman in my opinion, and many other women's opinions. I've had plenty of friends comment that they wish they had hair like B. Seriously.
So, to sum up this irrelevant post. I'm saying that his hair has grown on me and I like it, flowing that is. And I feel nervous about the day he cuts it. It's so exotic. Well, warrior like. Sometimes pirate like. Yes, I even like a pirate tail now. What's the world coming to? I dream about growing out little bug's hair, my 10 month old little boy, and not caring if anyone calls him a girl because I think he's manly, just like his dad, and he'll remind me of Mogley from the Jungle Book. Then there will be two men with flowing hair in our family.