Do Blondes Really Have More Fun?
While celebrating a friend’s birthday last night at a club, a guy approached me with an interesting question:
Do blondes really have more fun?
First of all, how the hell was I supposed to answer that. I’ve been a blonde all my life and I have no idea if having a different hair color would change the amount of fun I have. Second of all, why was this guy using it as a pick up line anyways. There were a million other things he could’ve said that would’ve made me interested in talking to him. This guy just came up behind me while I was dancing, tapped me on the shoulder, and asked me that. He didn’t even say it in an interesting way. Not only did this guy throw off my groove, he also made me think.
After talking to the very cute, but very boring guy for a few minutes (he just didn‘t know when to stop talking his new watch), I found my way back to my friends. They asked me about the cute guy, and I explained to them that he was boring (I left out his odd pick up line because I didn‘t want one of my friends who is on her way to becoming a lawyer to start debating it while we were at the club). And then, something happened that amazed me. One of my friends who had recently become a brunette was leaving after only being there an hour. She said she “had to go to work early the next morning”, but I knew it wasn’t true because her work isn‘t open on weekends. I caught up with her after she said good bye to the birthday girl and asked her what was wrong. She simply said, “I don’t know. I’m just not having fun tonight.” I couldn’t believe it. This was not like her at all. For the past two years she had gone clubbing every single weekend and had a blast every time. It was what she had done the moment she turned eighteen. It never mattered if she had to get up early the next morning, or was upset about something, or if she was sick (not even a bad case of bronchitis had stopped her from dancing the night away before). Clubbing was like a religion to her. She believed that clubbing at least one night a week would keep you happy and healthy because it would help you let go of stress accumulated during the week. Which is exactly why I couldn’t believe what was happening.
She had dyed her hair on Monday and looking back on it, I had immediately seen a change. She wasn’t her usual self. Normally, she enjoyed everything she did and was a happy person who was always smiling. Normally, I couldn’t get her to shut up and stop laughing, but this week she was quiet. In the ten years that I’ve known her, I had never seen her like this. At first I though it was because I had moved, but that didn’t make any sense because I was now only five minutes away instead of thirty minutes away (an hour with traffic).
This morning, my phone rang at the crack of dawn (it was more like 9:30, but since I had gotten home at 4:30 in the morning, it felt like it was the crack of dawn). I answer the phone, and what do I hear:
“Good morning Sunshine! … Get your ass out of bed. I’m coming over in half an hour. I just need to get some gas and get us some Starbucks and then we’re going to the zoo because I want to see a hippo.”
She was back! And she was bringing me delicious coffee! I quickly got out of bed, showered, and got ready. When I heard her knocking on my door, I ran to open it because I was dying for my Starbucks. The first thing I did was grab my drink and take a giant sip of it (coffee + tons of chocolate + ice = a mouth-watering mocha frapuccino with extra mocha that’ll wake up even the sleepiest of sloths. After savoring the yummy taste for a few seconds, I looked up and saw that she had magically turned back into a blonde (well, not magically. She had gotten up early and asked our friend to dye her hair back to it’s original color before he had to open his salon since she didn‘t have an appointment.)
I stared at her, and when she gave her “what are you waiting for, come on lets go and have some fun” look, I ran to get my purse and my camera so I could show everyone the happy happy hippo. I found my purse, but my camera is no longer with me (my parents must’ve accidentally taken the $500 camera that I recently bought with them when they unexpectedly decided to move to New York a few days ago).
We got in the car and everything was back to normal. We got lost (like usual), she didn’t stop talking and laughing (like usual), and she made the funny animal sound affects when the B-52’s Rock Lobster came on the radio (by then my poor stomach was hurting from laughing so much). I couldn’t help but think that maybe it was possible that her hair color had made really made a difference.
We got to the zoo and got a year pass (only $45) because we knew that we’d probably make lots of frequent short random stops at the zoo just to see a particular animal. After stopping three times to ask for directions (we really should’ve gotten a map), we finally found the hippos (they weren‘t as happy as we thought they would be). We watched them for a few minutes and found our ways to the monkey (awesome creatures). When we got to them, there was a kid making a lot of noise and taunting the poor animals. I guess one of them finally got annoyed and threw poop at the kid (I was tempted to ask his parents if I could please have a copy of the video so I could have a permanent memory of this wonderful moment). We quickly moved away so we could burst out into laughter without offending the kid and his parents (and because we didn’t want to risk getting poop thrown at us by the angry monkey). Realizing what time it was (12:30), she said we should probably have lunch so that I could get back home and rest before I had to go to work. We ate at the Gorilla Grill inside the zoo then headed back home.
After all my observations, I am left puzzled. Did her change in behavior have something to do with her hair color, or was it all just some strange coincidence. Perhaps she was so self-conscious about having a different hair color that it started to bother her to the point where she wasn’t acting normal. And if blondes really do have more fun, does this include people who weren’t born blondes? Maybe this only applies to those who were born blonde. And why did that hot guy at the club have to be so boring?
Do blondes really have more fun?
First of all, how the hell was I supposed to answer that. I’ve been a blonde all my life and I have no idea if having a different hair color would change the amount of fun I have. Second of all, why was this guy using it as a pick up line anyways. There were a million other things he could’ve said that would’ve made me interested in talking to him. This guy just came up behind me while I was dancing, tapped me on the shoulder, and asked me that. He didn’t even say it in an interesting way. Not only did this guy throw off my groove, he also made me think.
After talking to the very cute, but very boring guy for a few minutes (he just didn‘t know when to stop talking his new watch), I found my way back to my friends. They asked me about the cute guy, and I explained to them that he was boring (I left out his odd pick up line because I didn‘t want one of my friends who is on her way to becoming a lawyer to start debating it while we were at the club). And then, something happened that amazed me. One of my friends who had recently become a brunette was leaving after only being there an hour. She said she “had to go to work early the next morning”, but I knew it wasn’t true because her work isn‘t open on weekends. I caught up with her after she said good bye to the birthday girl and asked her what was wrong. She simply said, “I don’t know. I’m just not having fun tonight.” I couldn’t believe it. This was not like her at all. For the past two years she had gone clubbing every single weekend and had a blast every time. It was what she had done the moment she turned eighteen. It never mattered if she had to get up early the next morning, or was upset about something, or if she was sick (not even a bad case of bronchitis had stopped her from dancing the night away before). Clubbing was like a religion to her. She believed that clubbing at least one night a week would keep you happy and healthy because it would help you let go of stress accumulated during the week. Which is exactly why I couldn’t believe what was happening.
She had dyed her hair on Monday and looking back on it, I had immediately seen a change. She wasn’t her usual self. Normally, she enjoyed everything she did and was a happy person who was always smiling. Normally, I couldn’t get her to shut up and stop laughing, but this week she was quiet. In the ten years that I’ve known her, I had never seen her like this. At first I though it was because I had moved, but that didn’t make any sense because I was now only five minutes away instead of thirty minutes away (an hour with traffic).
This morning, my phone rang at the crack of dawn (it was more like 9:30, but since I had gotten home at 4:30 in the morning, it felt like it was the crack of dawn). I answer the phone, and what do I hear:
“Good morning Sunshine! … Get your ass out of bed. I’m coming over in half an hour. I just need to get some gas and get us some Starbucks and then we’re going to the zoo because I want to see a hippo.”
She was back! And she was bringing me delicious coffee! I quickly got out of bed, showered, and got ready. When I heard her knocking on my door, I ran to open it because I was dying for my Starbucks. The first thing I did was grab my drink and take a giant sip of it (coffee + tons of chocolate + ice = a mouth-watering mocha frapuccino with extra mocha that’ll wake up even the sleepiest of sloths. After savoring the yummy taste for a few seconds, I looked up and saw that she had magically turned back into a blonde (well, not magically. She had gotten up early and asked our friend to dye her hair back to it’s original color before he had to open his salon since she didn‘t have an appointment.)
I stared at her, and when she gave her “what are you waiting for, come on lets go and have some fun” look, I ran to get my purse and my camera so I could show everyone the happy happy hippo. I found my purse, but my camera is no longer with me (my parents must’ve accidentally taken the $500 camera that I recently bought with them when they unexpectedly decided to move to New York a few days ago).
We got in the car and everything was back to normal. We got lost (like usual), she didn’t stop talking and laughing (like usual), and she made the funny animal sound affects when the B-52’s Rock Lobster came on the radio (by then my poor stomach was hurting from laughing so much). I couldn’t help but think that maybe it was possible that her hair color had made really made a difference.
We got to the zoo and got a year pass (only $45) because we knew that we’d probably make lots of frequent short random stops at the zoo just to see a particular animal. After stopping three times to ask for directions (we really should’ve gotten a map), we finally found the hippos (they weren‘t as happy as we thought they would be). We watched them for a few minutes and found our ways to the monkey (awesome creatures). When we got to them, there was a kid making a lot of noise and taunting the poor animals. I guess one of them finally got annoyed and threw poop at the kid (I was tempted to ask his parents if I could please have a copy of the video so I could have a permanent memory of this wonderful moment). We quickly moved away so we could burst out into laughter without offending the kid and his parents (and because we didn’t want to risk getting poop thrown at us by the angry monkey). Realizing what time it was (12:30), she said we should probably have lunch so that I could get back home and rest before I had to go to work. We ate at the Gorilla Grill inside the zoo then headed back home.
After all my observations, I am left puzzled. Did her change in behavior have something to do with her hair color, or was it all just some strange coincidence. Perhaps she was so self-conscious about having a different hair color that it started to bother her to the point where she wasn’t acting normal. And if blondes really do have more fun, does this include people who weren’t born blondes? Maybe this only applies to those who were born blonde. And why did that hot guy at the club have to be so boring?
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I'm a fiercely proud brunette and consider myself as a pretty 'fun' time. In fact, recently I went for a hair color consultation during which the lady said I should go blonde, I replied with "um, no." Not becuase I have anything against blondes.
Where I live, it's unusual to see a really dark haired girl, so I own my color. But maybe I'll grab myself a blonde wig and do my own experiment.
Where I live, it's unusual to see a really dark haired girl, so I own my color. But maybe I'll grab myself a blonde wig and do my own experiment.
