Once upon a time, a long time ago, I walked into a nearby coffee shop on my way to work. The sky was blue, not a cloud in sight. This was the day I met your father. It was a good day, my hair was bright yellow in a sea of blue and purple with the occasional red, we were in New York after all. Okay, Okay, I walked into the Cup O'Joe's already coming up with my order. I order the same thing every day yet I get nervous because the cashier at 7:00am Monday through Friday is extremely handsome. My hair starts to turn pink and I curse myself. Grabbing my coffee and hurrying to the table to pull out my badge for the office, I see a man. Around my age, short cropped hair and serious eyes. If I thought the cashier was hot then this guy was out of this world. My hair was the darkest, most vibrant pink I've ever had. And he noticed. We made eye contact and his hair turned a lighter shade of such a revealing color- he smiled. I almost melted out of my seat and then I felt hot and wet.
I dropped my coffee. oh my god.
I dropped my coffee. OH my god.
I dropped my coffee. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
I rushed to the napkins near the door and returned to a carefree guy in a metallica shirt. He helped clean up my mess and walked me to my office. The guy demanded to speak to my manager and came up with an elaborate lie as to why I was late and in need of new clothes. Later that day, after my boss fell for his trick, I reached into my jacket for something- I forgot what-, and found the guy's phone number in my pocket! The note said, and I quote,
"My hair will always turn pink for you."
That man was your father and he has kept up his promise.
