Wig nights are a thing now. Girls buy cheap plastic hair off Amazon and wear them out to the bar for a fun twist on a night out. Bachelorette wigs, girls night out wigs. It's a thing, Google it. But tbh, fake hair has been my thing since freshman year of high school. I've worn extensions since then because my hair is so baby fine and doesn't grow and I did not get blessed with good genetics in that department. But it's never bothered me. Hair is like makeup, everyone is adding a little extra these days. The Kardashian's rarely wear their natural hair, Ariana Grande's ponytail is fake, the stars are doing it and so am I. In high school, I dabbled in wigs for a bit. I had a blonde one with bangs like Hannah Montana (I actually dressed up as Hannah for a fake lip sync "concert" at a party once, but that's a story for another time). I also had a red one to satisfy my wilder side (you can see this one featured on my school picture day in 10th grade). I remember taking my wig off and passing it around for the boys in my class to try on. Wigs were fun, but those looked pretty fake. I've never been ashamed of my hair, I just would rather have fun adding in the fake stuff than leaving it scraggly when it's natural.
So two weeks ago when someone introduced me to the world of hair toppers, my whole life changed. My hair has been significantly thinning from the extensions ripping it out slowly. So bad that it is to the point where my students would point out that my "weave is showin". But then I stumbled upon a Facebook group filled with women of all ages suffering varying degrees of hair loss and they introduced me to Highline Wigs. This topper is so real that my students haven't even discovered its a wig yet. I work in the urban schools and they literally don't even know (if you're catching my drift). It's a 10/10 and I'm definitely not embarrassed to tell people it's a wig. In fact, I've gone out of my way to tell several people just so they can appreciate how great it is. Yes, the photo at the end of this blog is a WIG.
Anyways, the point of this post isn't to advertise Highline (but Sharon if you want to sponsor me, lmk), but instead to tell you what it is like to try dating with this thing. It's only been a week but I already had quite the hair experience already and I hope you're here for it. I went out Friday night with my friends from Bloom and my roommates to showcase my new 'do. It was sort of a "date" for my one friend meeting a guy for the first time, and he just so happened to bring along a cutie so I made it my date as well. Who needs group dates on The Bachelor when you have spontaneous group dates at Garage instead. It was such a fun night bouncing between bars and finally having a nice head of hair to compliment my outfit. Out of all my recent nights at the bar, I had finally found a cute boy that didn't ask about my student debt status, wasn't a Jesus lover, didn't slide into my DMs, didn't involve his parents and his soul, and someone that finally fit my criteria. He was cute. Since Friday, I have debated what details to include on a public forum that my mother reads.. but I've decided the juicy details are what give this story life. So sorry mom (and probably my grandma), but I'm 26 years old so if you think I'm not out living my best life you're wrong, also if you want to stop reading, now might be the time...
After a fun filled night of dancing in the attic of some weird bar playing music from who knows what genre while drinking a PBR (that was bought for me I should add, not a go-to choice for me), my checklist-type of guy said the statement that all girls have heard at some point.. 'Let's go back to my place'. I thought about it.... And then thought Fuck it. I'm young, it's been a while and he was cute, so I went. On our Uber ride there he said that he owns his house and that he had a twin brother, because the hot ones are always a twin. The whole time all I could think was "shit, what about my wig..." Finally, back at his place, I lay staring at the ceiling wondering at what point I casually mention that this beautiful hair of mine is not attached to my head. After a solid 5 minutes of silence he finally says, "you can take your extensions out if you want". I actually LOLed but I happily obliged only slightly concerned about how he knew but whatever. I wasn't about to sleep in a wig that costs more than my rent. I told him I had hair underneath, a full head to be exact and it wasn't that weird. TBH I think I was overthinking it way more than necessary because he didn't ask me any questions about it so he probably didn't care, or he was being polite, either one I'm cool with. The best part about this wig was the next morning I just popped it back on and like magic, my hair looked flawless and ready for the day. The rest of my appearance however, that was another story.
We will see if this criteria-checking boy turns out to be more normal than the last few prospects. Hopefully the wig didn't scare him off, although if it did that says a lot about his character as well. Sorry mom for ruining the perfect image of your daughter, but I wasn't lying when I told you I've had fun all these years. I have the rest of a long life to share with one person so until he comes my way, I can't be a vegetable. The point of this all isn't about these juicy details though. It's about being confident enough to own who you are, even if that means adding a little something. If you can't handle a woman who wears a wig, then swipe left because this is the best thing to happen to me in a long, long time.
Author - mallory
I've always lived a wild life, so here I am to document it for the world... be ready for some fun adventures, xoxo.