Red Hair
Wednesday, Sept. 17, 2003, 12:27 p.m.

So, it's not normally an influencing factor in our lives, but my husband (hee! I still get a kick out of saying that! Not quite used to it... um, yes, I am in fact a cheese, but you wouldn't love me any other way!) is red-green colorblind. Not even completely red-green colorblind, just marginally. Just enough that khaki colors confuse him and he can't tell the difference between green and beige. Just enough that he has a hard time, occasionally, distinguishing between a light lavender color and a light blue color. (There was this one time he bought a shirt for himself... well, at least I prevented him from wearing it to work!)

Anyway, quite some time ago, Anthony had mentioned in passing that he thought that red-hair was pretty. And I planned to fancy myself up for an evening out before he got home. I decided that I would be adventurous and daring and get a bottle of (washable) red dye for my hair. I spent a great deal of time fussing with it, and then finishing getting ready for the evening. It looked good. It was a nice, light red, not some blaring bright color.

Anthony came over. No comment on the hair. (Although he did tell me I looked good.)

We went out to dinner. No comment on the hair.

We went to Borders (hey, I'm a nerd, ok? I love books! This is just about my perfect date! Well, you know, minus the lack of commentary on my hair color...). No comment on my hair.

We went back to the apartments. End of the evening, and we're saying good-bye. STILL no comment on the hair.

I finally can't take it any more and ask him if he noticed it at all.

He smiles a bit sheepishly and says, "Well, it looked a little lighter, but I really couldn't tell for sure."

Then it dawned on me: he can't see the red! I'm such an idiot! I start giggling helplessly (while Anthony looks terribly confused) as I realize that all that work was really for nothing since he can't see the red tint at all.

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