I’ll be the first to admit my wife has gorgeous hair. Its sweet cinnamon tresses tumble in a rich medley of cutesy curls, luxurious locks, and wandering waves. Each strand has a distinctive shade and shape, making her head a symphony of natural beauty, a testimony to God’s craftsmanship. I love her hair.

Yet I’m drawn intensely to the idea of a totally unnatural hair color.

Vivid red, verdant green, cobalt blue, crispy white, shocking pink, or shadowy purple. Think of any color you’ve ever seen on a Splat advertisement.

Perhaps there’s some psychological dynamic to her looking like a whole new person, but I don’t think so. After all, some highlights or a more natural shade change can make her look completely different, and can even be very sexy, but natural looking colors don’t really have the same potential wham factor. Except maybe for black. That might work.

Rather, I think the exotic element takes on an erotic element in my mind, playing off the rest of her beauty to make something distinct but still very much her.

Perhaps it’s due in part to the video games I played in my formative years, filled with Asian art styles resulting in, well, creative hair colors (not to mention creative hair physics — it’s amazing that a game could make hair look as stiff as steel alongside boobs that jiggle with every movement).

I don’t know for certain where it came from. I’m just fortunate she’s willing to cosplay.

Now, we just need to find a good, temporary hair coloring solution. Wigs are the failsafe, but they don’t handle conjugal jerks (or the jerks who do the jerking) very gracefully.

As an alternative, there are always extensions, which can inject a playfully exotic (and therefore playfully erotic) highlight here and there (or even a single one). This flirty touch can do wonders with my peculiar tastes.

Or, maybe, I’ll someday convince her to go all the way. Go permanent. Yeah right.

Originally posted 2015-12-04 08:00:39.