| General Non-Fiction posted August 11, 2021 |
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Salty brunette turns placid platinum
Transformation Per Request
by Elizabeth Emerald
Three years ago, my friend Marlene, although trepidatious on account of a recent romantic implosion, accepted a lunch invitation from a man who was infatuated with her.
Henry and Marlene had met at our local Wednesday night dance club. At the time, Henry had been in the weekly company of a woman with whom he professed to be, as he openly pursued Marlene, "just friends."
The lady, who considered herself coupled, was not pleased at Henry's blatant display of interest in Marlene.
The following Wednesday, Henry came alone.
Week after week, Henry devoted his attention to Marlene; eventually she agreed to a date.
And another. And so on. Three years on, their bond is strong.
Over the course of these three years, Marlene has progressively lightened her hair at Henry's behest.
Two weeks into their relationship, Henry suggested that Marlene "soften" her graying dark hair. She demurred.
Henry persisted. He urged her to go lighter.
After a week or so, Marlene figured, what the heck. They purchased a bottle of pale blond dye at the dollar store, which lightened her hair to a rich brown. (She was lucky it didn't turn orange.) Henry returned to the dollar store for a second bottle, which he applied to her hair the same day; it turned golden brown. (She was very lucky it didn't turn orange!)
Month after month, Henry dyed Marlene's hair; by now it is platinum. At first, it was stunning. Eventually, it became brittle; by now breakage is visible.
Henry continues to delight in the glamorous blonde on his arm.
It is ironic that, despite Marlene's tactful suggestions that natural silver would become him, Henry stubbornly persists in his self-dyed, garish black.
Three years ago, my friend Marlene, although trepidatious on account of a recent romantic implosion, accepted a lunch invitation from a man who was infatuated with her.
Henry and Marlene had met at our local Wednesday night dance club. At the time, Henry had been in the weekly company of a woman with whom he professed to be, as he openly pursued Marlene, "just friends."
The lady, who considered herself coupled, was not pleased at Henry's blatant display of interest in Marlene.
The following Wednesday, Henry came alone.
Week after week, Henry devoted his attention to Marlene; eventually she agreed to a date.
And another. And so on. Three years on, their bond is strong.
Over the course of these three years, Marlene has progressively lightened her hair at Henry's behest.
Two weeks into their relationship, Henry suggested that Marlene "soften" her graying dark hair. She demurred.
Henry persisted. He urged her to go lighter.
After a week or so, Marlene figured, what the heck. They purchased a bottle of pale blond dye at the dollar store, which lightened her hair to a rich brown. (She was lucky it didn't turn orange.) Henry returned to the dollar store for a second bottle, which he applied to her hair the same day; it turned golden brown. (She was very lucky it didn't turn orange!)
Month after month, Henry dyed Marlene's hair; by now it is platinum. At first, it was stunning. Eventually, it became brittle; by now breakage is visible.
Henry continues to delight in the glamorous blonde on his arm.
It is ironic that, despite Marlene's tactful suggestions that natural silver would become him, Henry stubbornly persists in his self-dyed, garish black.
Henry and Marlene had met at our local Wednesday night dance club. At the time, Henry had been in the weekly company of a woman with whom he professed to be, as he openly pursued Marlene, "just friends."
The lady, who considered herself coupled, was not pleased at Henry's blatant display of interest in Marlene.
The following Wednesday, Henry came alone.
Week after week, Henry devoted his attention to Marlene; eventually she agreed to a date.
And another. And so on. Three years on, their bond is strong.
Over the course of these three years, Marlene has progressively lightened her hair at Henry's behest.
Two weeks into their relationship, Henry suggested that Marlene "soften" her graying dark hair. She demurred.
Henry persisted. He urged her to go lighter.
After a week or so, Marlene figured, what the heck. They purchased a bottle of pale blond dye at the dollar store, which lightened her hair to a rich brown. (She was lucky it didn't turn orange.) Henry returned to the dollar store for a second bottle, which he applied to her hair the same day; it turned golden brown. (She was very lucky it didn't turn orange!)
Month after month, Henry dyed Marlene's hair; by now it is platinum. At first, it was stunning. Eventually, it became brittle; by now breakage is visible.
Henry continues to delight in the glamorous blonde on his arm.
It is ironic that, despite Marlene's tactful suggestions that natural silver would become him, Henry stubbornly persists in his self-dyed, garish black.
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