As I stood in the lounge this morning, inhaling fresh, strong coffee to kick start my sleep fuddled brain (I fell asleep for an hour on the sofa at a party on Saturday night), I caught myself glancing into the mirror that I recently hung to finish one of the walls off.
My attention was not drawn to my somewhat stubbly face but rather to my hair. Now my hair and I have a simple arrangement. I go and get a hair cut and then for a few weeks it looks tidy, neat and smart. Then overnight I turn into a mountain man, which is the trigger for me going to get another £7.50 special at my local barbers.
However this morning my focus was not my mountain man like status, but the distinct and I daresay pronounced streaks of grey hair that I saw. I blinked carefully in case my eyes were playing tricks on me, alas they were not.
At the age of 32, I am going grey. I once complained to my father a couple of years ago that my receeding hairline was genetically his fault, I shall now add premature greying to that list.
Nothing wrong with a bit of grey!
Don’t worry about it, my mate’s 24 and he’s going grey. And we all pointed it out on a picture of him on facebook, which he put up to show us his awful haircut. The comments ended up laughing at his new mullet, to pointing out the flecks of grey poking through.
Serves him right for being a vain bastard. You’re not, so you’ll be alright. Grey hair can look kind of hot anyway, there are loads of silver foxes about.
How can you be a greying slaphead?
Grey can be hot. Think Richard Gere.
I’ve been going grey since I was fifteen. But I spend so much on hairdye you cannae tell :p
How can you be a greying slaphead? LOLOL!
Its ok – men looked distinguished when they go grey
and you’re not receding? Are you?
Thanks Brennig I needed that chortle!
I reckon over the past year I’ve lost between half an inch and an inch of my hairline, so it is receding slowly at least.
I have several friends going grey in their 20s!! You have nothing to seriously worry about, ha.
I find that my hair look terrible for a three or four weeks after it has a cut, then for one day (possible only a few hours) it looks good and the world is great. The next day the moment has gone and it is time to go through the painful process again. It’s a bit like waiting for an avocado to ripen
Day one :- Hard
Day two :- Hard
Day three :- Hard
Day four :- Almost there
Day four + a few minutes :- Rotten ……Doh!
‘Just for men’…hey it happens to we women too, well ok, maybe not the receeding bit! ;o)