Monday, March 21, 2011

white hair mojo

It’s spring and I look at myself in the mirror to look at the traces of the third unwanted hangover of the week and there it is, the strangest thing has appeared on my young, yet tired, face.
I knew it was going to happen eventually, but I never expected it to appear there, right in the middle of my eyes, right on the eyebrow line that I tend to tweeze. Two white as white can go, hairs.
I showed them to the friend I was curing my hangover with, she laughed and told me it was my new mojo, I shouldn’t tweeze them away.
Today, post hangover, post bike riding, post sun, I was walking towards the movie and I saw him. As tall, as delicious and as handsome as I remembered from two years ago. A lover that I would repeat. We talked, we laughed and exchanged numbers again. Dinner in the week, maybe.
The movie was pretty lame, the popcorn, delicious.
When I left the movie theatre, as I was walking on the sidewalk, on the other side of the street, at my exact pace, was a tall, handsome, muscular, bald man listening to his ipod. We walked a couple of blocks at the same pace, exchanging a gaze and a smile. I finally changed sidewalks. We walked in the park, we laughed, we shared a chocolate and he made me listen to the song he was listening when our smiles met.
I left him with my number and met a friend for tea. We talked and laughed.
As I was leaving, a friend of hers appeared. I had seen him before around the neighborhood, and he had seen me. We exchanged names and smiles. My friend will take care of the rest.
It’s spring, and no, I will not tweeze the white hairs away, they do seem to have brought my mojo back.