The semester that I met my lovely wife, Hallie, I remember a phone call with my mom that went something like this:
MOM: Are you dating anybody?
ME: Not really.
MOM: If you would just cut your hair, you'd be able to find someone who would date you because then they'd see you really are handsome.
ME: Well, I don't want to date anyone who is so superficial that my hair would be that big of a deal. If they don't like that my hair is black or long or whatever it is, then that's not the type of person I want to date.
MOM: You look so much better with your hair shorter and not dyed black though.
ME: I like it and I don't think it makes a difference. They're either going to like me for me or they're not and that's what I care about.
MOM: Ok, but you're never going to get serious with anyone until you cut your hair.
Hallie and I had just started hanging out just before the end of the same semester the above picture was taken. Nothing had really happened, but was on the verge-or so it seemed. It was only when I finally cut my hair that we started dating and that things got serious.
Bottom line: Whether we like it or not, mom's are usually right. Most of us fought it our whole lives, but the older you get, the more you have to swallow your pride when you see that 95% of all the things your mom (and/or dad) have always said-that you didn't want to hear because you thought you knew better-were always right. And in this particular instance, she could not have been more right. My hair was soo sick. It makes me laugh that I even had friends, let alone girls that would date me.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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I think you should print this post off and give it to your mom for a Mother's Day present. I would be tickled pink if someday my kid actually admitted that I was always right.
Nice post Jer. The long black hair was pretty sweet though.
You are right our parents do really know a lot more than we gave them credit for as teenagers and young adults.
I love this.
I'm pretty sure most of us would have given you that same advice, but whatever at least you were keeping it real.
OH yeah, I have to admit, your mom was right. Love that hair. Hilarious. I keep thinking of things my mom had right too. I just can't get myself to admit it out loud. Good for you.
It was going to fall out anyway, right?
That is heelarious. I didn't even recognize you. You look like Peter from the Brady Bunch, or something.
Nice judgement call, Hallie!
Jeremy I have no idea what you are talking about, that hair you have in the photo was awesome. I think you really need to bring it back, don't forget to dye your eyebrows too. Don't think I will ever forget the night you came over to mine and Andy's place with freshly dyed black hair and eyebrows. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
And don't forget to try to dye them blonde again and burn your skin. I wish I experienced that. It's almost as good just to hear the story, though.
(mostly because I can picture it in my head)
You do look like you belong in the brady bunch.
i'm going to have to whole-heartedly oppose your mothers advice. You were on to something epic.
what would it take to get you to dye the eyebrows black again? Honestly.
The best part was that not only were your brows dyed black but all the skin around them was too. i swear it looked like you had inch thick eyebrows!
BRING IT BACK!
That year was amazing, and the black hair, black eye brows were one of the real highlights. (or lowlights depending on who is looking back.)
Thanks for those of you who think it was awesome and I should bring it back, but I'm no idiot and I'm not about to be the clown again-been there, done that.
The eyebrow incident was horrendous and I don't plan on having scabs under my eyebrows again for a month or wearing a beanie or bandana extra low to cover them up.
Ah, good times. And Jesse, you're 100% correct: that year was amazing. Hands down the best year of my life.
Crap Dangit, I'm with you Jer, Mothers know best, but who's gonna keep us trom livin how we want right? Anyhow, that was a great reminiscent moment for me as it was for jesse, and austin. that year really rocked, and so did we. Hard.
holy crap. great post. Ya, I'm with Aus, bring it back. I remember one night getting a phone call asking if I had any bleach for hair, and that it was kind of an emergency. ha ha ha. good times.
Yes! This is an awesome post. My brother that is two years older than me got home from his mission and didn't cut his hair for 2 years. I think people called him the lion king up at USU because he looked just like mufasa. My poor mom paided him 400 bucks to cut it before I got home from my mission. His long nasty bleached hair was all my mom could think about at night.
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