The Lengths We Go To...

Let's be honest, most women in Boston go into "hibernating mode" once the temperature hits below 40 degrees. They don't shave their legs, they replace heels with Uggs, curl up on the couch instead of go to the gym, and they skip a few steps getting ready in the morning. Like a true babe, I take advantage of this phenomenon and put in the extra effort to look top notch. Think about it, while everyone else is cutting corners, I'm strapping on my high-heeled boots, blowing out my hair, taking extra time on my makeup, and hitting the gym more days than not. Why compete in the Summer, when I am guaranteed a shutout in the Winter? I know, I'm a genius.

Some of you might consider this shallow. You might say, "So, now you're just attracting more guys who only care about looks..." (For the record, that's more guys than you're attracting sitting on your couch at home watching RHOBH) In a way, yes, it is shallow. BUT, at least I am giving myself a fighting chance with the opposite sex at all! They see right through your chapstick, flat boots, and pulled back hair, all the way to me in my heels, well-dressed physique, and expertly glossed lips. Sorry ladies, that's just how the world works. First impressions matter, regardless of what the weather is like outside. You don't like the rules of the game? Enjoy the single life. Quoting a legend here: "Love is a battlefield" and your moral compass isn't changing the way society thinks about dating anytime soon.

My friend E, who is a dating/image consulting professional, took me under her wing today to help me take my look to the next level. The game plan: hair extensions. Up until today, I had never considered wearing hair extensions, let alone buying them. We walked into a sketchy beauty supply store on the corner of Mass Ave. and Washington, complete with wigs that would make a drag queen blush. E maneuvered me through the sea of hair to the back counter, exchanged a few words with the clerk, and no more than two minutes later, she was back with hair extensions that matched my hair color.

What was I getting myself into? Am I seriously about to clip someone elses hair into my head? When did this become the new norm? And what if I want to have a sleepover with a shallow suitor? When do I take the extensions out? Do I have to start doing other crazy beauty stuff now, too? I seriously am in no mood to think about bedazzling my vagina, wearing chicken cutlets in my bra, or bleaching my you know what!

Once my mini panic attack subsided, I sucked it up and bought the extensions. And damn, they look good. Ladies, I highly recommend giving it a try if you haven't yet. My best advice: have someone show you how to put them in and style them. I would have looked like that orange girl on The Bachelor if it wasn't for E, and I am forever grateful!

On a quick side note: One of my roommates has jury duty and won't be at the apartment all week. I started my happy dance before she was even out the door! Now, I just have to find out how to successfully have the other roommate kidnapped and I will be able to keep my sanity for 5 whole days! I have a crisp Benjamin and a big ol' kiss for whoever is willing...

'Til next time,

A Babe In Boston