...at my hair. It's not a narcisstic thing, I swear. But I just haven't seen it like this in so long. You see, Friday night, I went back to my roots. Literally. As a post-dinner digestive task and in pre-going-out preparation, SM and I dyed my hair to what is now a rich, chocolate brown.

I originally took the highlight plunge after graduating college and ya know, you really can't stop it. It's like a force; you have to keep 'em up, do 'em right and if they're not done right, well, then there just aren't enough hats in a girl's closet until it gets fixed. Thankfully I never really had a tragic dye job, but I'd highlighted and re-highlighted so many times, with so many different stylists, I'd have 7 colors in there at any given time.

So you see, now everytime I glance at a mirror, it's a bit jarring to see just one, solid color staring back at me. And damnit, if I didn't remember what a foxy brunette I can be. Or maybe not, I dunno - ask SM and KM.

But we did take the question to the street, so to speak, in a social experiment Friday night. SM and I sought out to learn which hair color would attract more men. The long-standing debate of who's hotter: blondes v. brunettes. (Not that I had 'em knocking door the proverbial door as a semi-blonde, but still.) Results: mixed. As was the election of 2000, it's too close to call. Kinda. I definitely got some, a-hem, interest thrown my way. But, ya know, things are always fuzzy and less concrete when alcohol is involved. I think further testing is needed. As always, I will rely on my lab assistants, SM and KM, for their analytical and statistical help. Stay tuned for more information.