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My friend’s husband is still fascinated with my hair. I saw them a week or so ago and he looked like he wanted to touch my hair. I kept my distance. He even touched the hair of a mutual friend and said “She lets me touch her hair why can’t I touch yours?” which made me think of the old story when your parents say “If your friend jumps off a cliff are you going to do it too?” And my thought was who cares if she let you touch her hair you still can’t touch mine!
I kept out of reach and said “Don’t touch my hair.” His response was “Your hair looks like it tastes like cotton candy.” And how touching it with his hand was supposed to verify if my hair tasted like cotton candy was beyond me. His ridiculous comment made me laugh and I thought that if my hair tasted like cotton candy I’d be bald. I could picture small fuzzy clumps trying to grow amidst the hairless expanse of my scalp. I’d look horrible but if I had hair that tasted of spun sugar I’d eat it all because I have a passion for sweets! Each year during the local County Fair my two favorite treats to buy are cotton candy and a candy apple.
Instead my hair tastes like hair the few times the wind has blown it into my mouth. And to me hair is not edible. I’ve had a hair stuck on my tongue in the past and it was icky tasting like hair or even worse hair products. Having cotton candy hair would also make it impossible to wash or get wet as it would dissolve…so either way if I did have spun sugar for hair I’d likely end up bald!
For once I’m almost happy to have my fuzzy hair because having cotton candy hair would be a nightmare! I have a feeling my skull would be lumpy and ugly without hair and I hope I never have to find out for sure.