When I confess my newfound theory that my hair color might be a man repellent, Eva suggests I test more than one makeover: Over several weeks, I would try both blonde and brown hair colors and see what happened to my love life.
A mere glance at my Facebook wall reveals that all my friends in new relationships are blonde, and all the engaged-to-be-marrieds just happen to be brunette. Imagine Catherine Zeta-Jones wielding scissors with surgical precision and mixing color like Vermeer.
And while maintenance may be cheaply and easily acquired (thanks, Garnier Hot Tamale), finding a man who can commit is not.
I live in New York City, which has a surplus of 200,000 single women to available men, and I have a history of attracting musicians on tour, homeless artists, polyamorist DJs, and, well, you get the picture.
Do you know how difficult this color is to maintain?
Within two weeks there's more bright sienna on my towels than on my head, and the whole effect is muted considerably.
I've always felt like a redhead, though I certainly wasn't born one.
In fact, I've been dyeing my once-mousy hair this crazy red shade — think Moira Shearer in The Red Shoes — for the past decade.
different.""Go on.""Well, when your hair is so vivid a color, it's kind of like a tattoo. They want understated and down-to-earth."He has a point.
It suggests an alternative lifestyle.""Alternative to boring! My personality seems big enough without the added Lucille Ball reference. My journey begins at Eva Scrivo's Bond Street salon, a welcoming space with very few men around.