Dying

The other day my friend reminded me of something. When I was 18 I got a job working in a cafe. I was always the only employee on duty. Just before I got the job I decided to bleached my hair blonde just for fun. Doing so got me more attention than I ever expected or wanted. All sorts of creepy guys would come hang out at the cafe and try to pick up on the blonde. So, one day, the blond dyed her hair brown. Those same creepy guys would come to the cafe and ask me where the blonde was. I told them all that she had dyed. I wasn't lying.