Thursday, March 23, 2006

"I will name him George and I will hug him and squeeze him... "

When I was in High School, one of my good friends told me that my hair should be in Pantene commercials. She loved to play with my hair, put it in braids or whatever. She would always say it was so soft, and shiny and silky, a beautiful color, and any agent would remiss if they didn't put my hair in a commercial. Wasn't she sweet?

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In college my roommates loved to touch my hair. It was a magnet for hands, and not just my roommates. It seemed like everyone wanted to touch my hair. If I didn't like people touching me it might have been a problem.

One semester I dated a guy from my field biology class. I would often go over to his apartment to study. He had two Samoan roommates. They were on the football team, and they were big guys. Andrew never left me alone in the room with his roommates. They were very nice, but secretly he told me he worried about a "Of Mice and Men" moment if he left the room. (Secretly I worried about that possibility a little too.)

One evening I was over at their apartment. We were sitting on the floor studying for an upcoming test. I was sitting with my back against the couch, when one of his roommates sat down on the couch. The next thing I know I was being petted. There was a hand on top of my head that was bigger than my head, just the weight of this hand was amazing. This huge Samoan football player, who could have easily crushed my skull with one hand, was petting my hair. The few times I had been over there previous he had hardly ever spoken more than two words to me, and here he was petting me like a dog, proclaiming that I had the softest hair he had ever touched. Shortly after that, Andrew took me home. It was the first time I was ever nervous when someone touched my hair.

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From the day my son was born up until he was a year old, maybe longer than that people constantly stopped me in the store to tell me how beautiful he was. With that bright white hair, and piercing blue eyes. The most favorite comment was he was a gerber baby. He should be in commericals. After hearing it from enough strangers I believed it must be true. My baby should be in lights! I called a Talent Agency in town and took my son in to see if he would be good enough for commericals, television and movies!

As I was sitting there in the waiting room, there was another agent sitting at the front desk. I believe he worked more with teenagers and adults. He noticed me sitting there with my 6 month old son, and knew why I was there and who I was seeing. Even though he knew I had been "taken" it still couldn't stop him from commenting on my hair. He said I had the most beautiful hair. For a brief moment I thought there was a possibility that I (or my hair at least) COULD be in Pantene commericials, then my son's name was called. If I had sat there for 5 more minutes I might have worked up the courage to ask what he meant.
Posted by ABQ Mom :: 3/23/2006 06:07:00 AM :: 13 Comments:

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