Italian Hair
The hairdresser asked my lover if she was Italian. She said yes, and asked her why she wanted to know. “You have Italian hair,” she replied. “What’s Italian hair,” Lori asked. “Hair that’s thick and white” said the hairdresser.
I have always thought of Italian hair as thick and dark; dark to match the dark eyes-a knockout punch of attraction. I guess the image of her in my mind’s eye will always be of her dark hair and eyes, like the picture I carry in my wallet taken a few months into our relationship.
But when we look in the mirror together it’s impossible not to see one with salt & pepper hair, the other so streaked with silver it looks like the blond of her childhood.
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