spector Everyone told me that when I joined a gym, I would have lots of blog fodder to write about.

On the second day, fodder stepped on a treadmill right next to me.

There’s a sort of etiquette you have to follow at the gym, and Rule #1 is that you don’t stare at anyone else working out out near you.

You can get a sense of them, you just don’t actually look at them.

But fodder was mesmerizing.

I couldn’t look away because he was wearing the most hideous toupee I’ve ever seen.

I feel bad for men who go the toupee route. None of them look good, but I suppose being bald is the lesser of two evils.

I get it.

What I don’t get is why this guy chose to get a perm toupee. A black, poodle doo that was probably the last one on the foam heads when he went shopping.

Y’all probably know I have a hate/hate relationship with my curly hair. It never does what you want and you only get like three good hair days a year. (BTW, I had one on Tuesday, so I only have two left for 2011).

Anyway, this guy looked like a Chia pet and I felt bad for him. Not because he was bald. He probably looked better bald.

But because he chose to buy the worst kind of fake hair imaginable.

I sometimes have dreams where I have long, flowing, thick and shiny straight hair and I flip it around like a model does during a photo shoot.

I always feel happy during these dreams because if you have the power to imagine yourself with good hair, you don’t ask for kinky curls with a mind of their own.

You ask for lush and luxurious hair you can run your fingers through without getting them stuck in it.

I suppose perm toupee guy might have different toupees to wear out and about and maybe perm toupee is also gym toupee.

I haven’t seen him since and if he’s swappin’ out his head for a different look, it’s possible I wouldn’t recognize him.

In a way, I admire him. If he’s so sure of himself in that mop top, then I shouldn’t feel so bad the way I look without makeup, sweating at 5:30AM surrounded by rock hard bodies.

Just please don’t have a blog and consider me fodder. My fodder looks pretty ugly at that hour.

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