I had REALLY bad hair.

You may not know this from looking at me, but I had really, really bad hair in High School. In fact, it was so bad, that seeing my picture in the yearbook would generally make people laugh.

Case in point. I had a friend in Utah named Perry who lived next door to a girl that I went to High School with. One day while his family was having a BBQ with their family, the old year book was brought out and passed around. The next day at church Perry couldn't stop laughing and commenting on how awesome my hair was.

So what style of hair cut did I have in High School? Well that's the problem. It didn't really have a style to it. It was just awkwardly long. Not the suave, stylish Fabio long, just plain weird long. It was long enough in the front that I could put my bangs in my mouth. Needless to say, my mom hated it and loved that I had to cut it before going on a Mission for my church.

I look back and wonder why I wore my hair like that. At the time it made me different, I thought it was great. Admittedly now, I was probably the only one. I guess I thought it made me look like a cool drummer, or snowboarder rebel, even though I rarely did anything wrong.

I have always wondered why no one told me that I needed a hair cut. Obviously my mom told me to cut it, but who listens to their mom even when they are right. They usually are. I have 4 sisters and any one of them could have said something, but I probably wouldn't have listened to them either.

Even later in life, I didn't really have a great hair cut. That all changed when I got married. You see for women, getting married is like getting a life size Ken doll that they can dress up. They can pick out clothes, style his hair. And I must admit, I was glad to have help. In fact, after almost nine years of marriage, I am comfortable picking out my own clothes without having to ask my wife, "Do I like this?" or "Does this go together?"

Some men don't like having their wives pick out their clothes. They think that they can do just fine on their own. I think that if you don't like having your wife help you pick out your clothes then you probably dress funny. Much like me in High School, you think you look cool, but you could use some help from someone with better taste and style.

I like my hair style now and I think it fits me. And I must add, I am happy that I am not going bald like most of my friends. The only question left to ask is, "What's my real hair color?" but that will have to be answered in another blog down the road.