Are You Blonde, Brunette, or a Redhead?
I went out with my friend Lindsey last night for some Cali Comfort (she is from San Diego, too). We started talking about how tiresome the winters are getting and the possibility of moving home one day. I think, though, for a single girl like me, strategy comes into play.
Whenever my friends and I discuss east coast vs. west coast—and the male prospects on both coasts—the talk always turns to hair color and boob size. The general idea is that men in New York prefer the Jackies and men in SoCal want the Marilyns. Single In Brazil: Passing "The Beach Test"
One of my sorority sisters in L.A. used to change her color every season. She said she turned heads when she was blonde and was generally ignored as a brunette.
Lindsey pointed out how she has seen so many men in L.A. go for blondes simply because they were blonde. Even with a totally “beat” face, a blonde is a blonde. Of course it’s a fact that people associate blonde hair with youth, but I think a lot of men move to L.A., set on returning home with a blonde trophy because it’s part of the dream. But these guys, Lindsey says, are “bros” and I don’t want a bro. 13 Male Habits The World Could Do Without
My sister says L.A. is not a good place for a single woman like herself. She claims she is not “trophy-looking.” It makes me think I should stay in NYC, despite the supposed 5:1 women-to-men ratio and Patti Stanger, the Millionaire Matchmaker urging me to move out.
I was really blonde in college (see photo here). I liked it, but it didn’t look right with my red, Irishy skin tone. Another fun trivia fact: I was born with red hair. It turned brown after a few months. Lindsey has dabbled in red, too.
What color is your hair? Would you ever change it just to see how men reacted?