So I recently started going out with this new girl, Huggy (so named because of her penchant to *just* hug me for hours at a time). Huggy is petite, pretty, and a little on the zany side. Now I don’t normally do zany, but Huggy is one of the more entertaining girls I have gone out with in a while and I genuinely enjoy hanging out with her. Any girl who can fart and belch (not burp) and then flash her pearly whites at you is cool with me.Yesterday, on my way home from work Huggy calls me. She wanted to know if I could help her with her hair.
“Uh. Maybe. I dunno. Its possible. I guess. What do you need me to do?” I ask perplexed.
“Well a girl is coming over to do my hair but I need help to take out my weave before she gets here…”
WTH?!
“Woah! I don’t know the first thing about weavels missy… Trust me. You don’t want me near your hair!”
“Its ‘WEAVE’ not ‘WEAVEL’ and I just need you to help me find the threading to take it out because I can’t see back there.”
“Huh?! Thread?! They sew it in?! I thought they just used hair glue or braided it in with your real hair or something…”
Well Huggy eventually persuades me to come over and help her with her weavel.. I mean weave. The good news? I learned a decent amount about how weaves actually work, how they are put in, and I figured out a fairly quick way to get them out. The bad news? It took a little trial and error, and a few strands… ok clumps of Huggy’s hair to get to that point.
Poor girl.
