Just for Men

My husband Keith has been having a midlife crisis for the past few years. His long blackish brown hair has a few strands of gray in it, and his beard began going gray recently. An old time friend saw a picture of Keith, and commented that he looked the same, except the gray beard. Keith freaked out.

He announced that he was going to dye his beard at once. "Gray just isn't me," my husband declared and headed straight to the store to buy a box of Just for Men. You know those cheesy commercials where they show a couple relaxing on their couch, the husband gets up to look in the mirror and is horrified by his gray hair and beard, and voila! He paints Just for Men on his hair, and he looks twenty years younger!

Keith is convinced he looks like he's in his thirties since he started using Just for Men. I won't tell him that he actually looks the same, just like a middle aged guy who paints his beard.

After one episode of beard painting, Keith started sharing his Just for Men syndrome with me.
He started bugging me constantly about my gray roots. "When are you going to dye your hair?" Keith would ask about ten times a day.

"I'll get around to it," I answered. I secretly enjoyed putting off coloring my hair, just to torture Keith a bit longer. After awhile, I think I was torturing myself more than him. I really started to get a complex. Did he think I looked like an old granny with gray hair? Would he start making passes at younger women? Would he start dating a Just for Women model?

After a few months, I gave in. I have to admit, I was looking kind of grannyish with the gray roots. The hippie look just wasn't doing it for me. I just purchased some medium ash brown hair color, it's sitting on my dresser waiting to be painted on. Yes, I still look like a middle aged woman with dyed hair.

But that's okay. I accept my aging body, and still think I look pretty good.