I’m so confused! I’m only 25! How is this happening?
“Babe!” I yelled to my girlfriend as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I traced my finger along my receding hair line.
My girlfriend walked into the bathroom. “Yes?”
“Look at me!” I turned to her, with my eyes wide opened so far, it looks like I belonged in a loony hut.
“Do you not see this!? Do you not see what is wrong with my hair?” I looked backed in the mirror, scared I just might be seeing things.
“Oh sweetheart,” she put her hand on my shoulder. “You’re just missing a little hair, that’s all!”
“A little!” I looked at her surprised that she is taking it so well. She loves my golden locks!
“If you’re not liking it, then maybe use your rainy day money to get a FUE hair transplant? I mean, it’s been sitting on top of the fridge for five years now. Surely you have enough money with some left over.”
“Alright,” I pulled her in and wrapped my arms around her.
She looked up and kissed my cheek gently. “I’ll start making phone calls now.”