Some days back, I wrote about how long my hair is getting and about getting mistaken for a woman. Well, my hair is still too long and it’s not getting any better. Another person thought I was a woman too.
This happed on East 8th Street downtown last week. I was heading over to the CityBeat offices on Race Street. A woman coming the opposite way approached me.
“Miss, am I on Eighth Street?” she said. She then looked at me more closely. Maybe she noticed the facial hair.
“So, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she said.
“It’s all right,” I replied.
“It’s the hair! It’s the hair!,” she said, adding, “it’s pretty.”
Pretty or not, I gotta get to the barber soon.
(Photo from sallyport.com)