But this brunette gets all the boys.

Ok. Well maybe not ALL the boys. Or even a lot of boys. BUT, I can honestly say that I was hit on by guys more in my first week of being a brunette than I was in the past year of being a blonde.

I’m talking like 5 times here guys. WHOA. Watch out. Maneater on the loose.

I’m not sure if the color is just more flattering on me, or I just feel more confident with short hair (instead of hiding behind all those long layers), but something happened last week.

It all started the day after I got my cut and color at a Dunkin Donuts cart (yes a FOOD CART). I’m in desperate need of my morning coffee (obviously), and I’m gleefully messing around with my new hair as I wait in line. The guy in front of me, who had turned around a few times already I assume looking for a cab, or the T or something, turns around and has the following converstaion while looking at me way too intensely pre-coffee:

“Hello. Good morning. Hi. I’m Patrick.”

“Uh. Hiii….”

“I love coffee. I need some coffee.”

“Me too. That’s why I’m here.”

“What’s your name?”

I was thinking “Is this necessary. We are standing at a FOOD CART. How depressing.”

I said “Jenny. Nice to meet you.”

“You gettting a bagel? Do you want a bagel? I’ll get you a bagel.”

“Thank you I’m all set.”

“Your coffee then. Sir I have her coffee.”

“That’s ok. Really. Thank you though.”

“No, Jenny. I can get your coffee. I’ll write it off.”

I was thinking “Ohh charmer!”

I said “Uh. I guess.”

“What about your number. Can I get that too?”

“Um. I don’t think so. But thanks for asking …. (wtf Jenny).”

I awkwardly walked away because I think I’m dealing with some crazy intense guy who goes around asking for girls numbers at coffee carts.

Except a similar thing happened later that day and again later that week, except minus the coffee and minus the awkward “Can I get your number” part of the conversation. (I’m new to this brunette thing and boys asking that. I’ve got to take it easy, you know?)

The weird part is it’s not just with guys. And no I’m not going to launch into a story where I am so awesome I can charm lesbians.

I’ve been asked for directions, restuarant suggestions, and other “on the street” questions more this week than any other in a long while.

And again, I swear it’s because this new hair color makes me so happy that it literally makes me smile and gives me an extra hop in my step. And if I didn’t know where I was I’d probably asked the way too excited smiling girl over the pissed off businessman with borderline personality disorder.

It definitely didn’t launch me into model status or anything, but this thing I did to my hair made me feel like a whole new person. And that person apparently looks like she knows all the best places in Boston and likes men to buy her coffee (I really didn’t let him buy my coffee. But I should have. Except I was all “OMG why the eff are you talking to me? Stop being weird.”)

Though to be fair, not all good comments have come out of the hair. Last Friday, I threw on my favorite t-shirt and jeans and hit up an acoustic show that my friend Marc was playing. Shortly after I walked in, this kid I’ve known for years said “You usually look all hot. But tonight? You don’t look hot. But you do look approachable. So uh, if you get a few drinks in you and feel like slumming it for the evening, I’m your man.”

VOM-IT.

No thank you.

I’m glad that’s not how most of the response to my hair went, because quite frankly I would have dyed it back and got extensions.

But that would have killed me because I really think this is the best hair that I’ve had in a long time. Got any good hair stories?