I was on the long road to finishing college (I
worked my way through) and was about to turn twenty-seven. I’d gone out with
friends to celebrate early. Sitting around the table at a nightclub, and being
in between relationships, I realized I’d never dated a guy with black hair. In fact,
I tended toward blue eyed, sandy-blond types. You know, Kens. I’d even dated a
guy named Ken in high school. I know, Barbie and Ken. *gags*
While contemplating that thought, I made an announcement
to my friends. The next guy I dated was going to have black hair. So,
naturally, I look up and the first guy I see walking by the table has black
hair.
My friends laughed so hard, I took it as a
challenge.
