How Do You Feel About Women With Long Hair?

I’ve been letting my hair grow for quite a while. It’s now well past my shoulders. I don’t color it so there is a little gray…well, more than a little.

Here’s the story that leads up to my question.

I was preparing for a photo shoot recently and an ex-boyfriend suggested I either cut my hair or color it!!!  Gasp, I thought. It was a phone conversation so I couldn’t get the full nuanced reading on him. I don’t think this was really about me, not that it would matter, but rather ‘old’ women in general.  Joe. v2 sees graying long hair as something only the religious types wear. You know the ones- long dresses, little fabric caps on their heads.

I believe he thinks I will follow his suggestion…. Well!  Sputter… I Think Not.

But, it did get me thinking about the length of my hair. And, admittedly I went to the photo shoot with my hair up! Halfway through I took it down.

I love the way I look with long hair. I love putting it up in a sassy ponytail. I love braiding it and walking around in tattered jeans and birkenstocks, braless. I love being able to shape it into a twist on the top of my head.

I then asked another man with whom I have a romantic connection (Yes. There are dozens of them floating around) In person. With nothing riding on the answer–if you get my drift. His answer was vague. I think he covered it all  his ass with a they-all-look-good kind of answer!

Saturday I got an email from guy I had been talking to on OKCupid (until he confessed to being married and living in a completely different city than indicated by his profile). He had seen the new photo and felt the need to comment on my hair. I sprang my survey question on him… First he said no. Then (thinking there was still hope) he wrote back to say, “Funny. I like some long hair. Looks good on you. It is the face that makes the hair. “

Nice recovery.

 

So? What do you think about women over 50 with long hair?

Let Me Tell You a Little Secret

Tomorrow I turn 57 years old. And, even though I’ve had a few dates with these 3 men I’m spending the evening by myself. I dropped a vague hint about the upcoming day to one of the guys, last week… he either chose to ignore or failed to pick up-either way he’s about to be ‘out’ for other reasons. And, really I just don’t want to go out. I’ll have to tell my mom no thanks to her invite as well…that will be the challenging one. I’m not sure she’ll understand my wish for a quiet, non-event evening.

I plan to enjoy a quiet evening at home with a simple home-cooked meal of crab cakes, fettucine alfredo and a nice salad or fresh asparagus. And a bottle of dry rose wine. I’ve got a movie on the way for entertainment. It feels like the perfect evening for me. I’m not ignoring the passage of time but I’m not feeling any impetus to recognize the day either.  I’m content with my age, how I look and what life is all about at this stage.

We’d all know I was lying if I said I was 100% happy with my single status. A good seduction would be nice- some sheet ripping sex to quote “The T” (see yesterday’s post comments). But, no sense in trying to create that which isn’t happening at the moment. In past years I’ve bemoaned my single status and on one birthday felt that funk of aging combined with a feeling of inadequacy at being single. No longer.

I’m thankful to be alive and in good health, to have only slightly sagging boobs and attractively graying hair. Just a few age spots on the hands and very few wrinkles for my age. The ankles are still quite shapely and I manage quite well all alone. My roof doesn’t leak  and my sons are doing quite well. This upcoming year bodes well. I can raise a celebratory glass to that all by myself.