The horns stay
Actually, last night a friend invited me out for a drink, he had just finished practicing with his band and thought I might like to go (because the lead singer of his band is a guy who was in another band I was really into in high school, he thought I might like to meet him). So I went and hung out with them last night, had a great time, and their guitarist made a comment about how I looked cool as fuck, and I should come up to Vegas with them this weekend, and one of the other guys laughed and said "Well, he would definitely draw people to our merch booth.", and I went "Yeah, I've got no plans, I'll hang at your booth, sounds fun."
Well, after some more talking, it turned out that one of their members is headed to Japan for a tour with his other band next month, I guess he goes about every year, and he's setting this band up for a Japan tour later this year. So, if I want to, I've been invited on what is likely to be a two week, all expense paid tour of Japan with a band.
I know you are all very excited to have me cut the horns off and... I don't know? Not have stories because I stop going out and meeting people because I'm constantly upset by the failed attempts to connect with another human being? In the first 6 months after my wife left, before I had the hair, how many times did I go out hoping to meet people? I'd wager, somewhere near 50-60 times. Never made a connection with anyone. The one girl who I did hook up with was a girl from high school who found me on facebook and had apparently held a crush.
Now, from the time I started doing my hair? 5 girls, within another 6 months. I didn't start going out more, in fact, I'm probably going out less, and none of these girls have been as crazy as the first girl BEFORE I had the hair.
But yeah, I really, REALLY enjoy them. I know we've done this a bunch of times before, but it really is night and day. When I go out with a hat on, I talk to my little circle of friends, have an ok night, come home and feel bummed out that no one gave me a second look all night. Going out last night? I don't think there was a person in the wine bar I didn't talk to. Probably 30 people, at one point or another. It's fucking crazy, and I come home feeling really good about the whole thing. I imagine its similar to someone being in crazy good shape and going out in a sleeveless tight shirt or something. I understand it's superficial... but why should I care when I'm having fun? And thats really it I guess, it's just fun. If I needed to shave my head and take out my piercings tomorrow for work or something, I would do it, it would be done in 10 minutes. It's not that big a deal. But when it's "A bunch of guys on a forum I hang out on want me to cut my hair vs. the constant positive attention and reinforcement I recieve everywhere else" there's no real motivation there.
Imagine you had a favorite sweater, and every time you wore it out people approached you to compliment you or talk about your awesome sweater. Then you came on here and posted a picture of the sweater, and we all went "Burn that fucking sweater". Even if you understood why, and totally saw where we were coming from (Which I feel I do, I'm completely aware of the ridiculousness of my hair), why would you take that advice? Ehhh, thats the best way I can think to explain it.