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Saphia, the young woman who did my hair for the wedding, used hairspray to keep my updo intact, but my bangs—which never cooperate—blew around violently in the beach breeze.
A few days after the wedding, we were discussing the problem of my bangs, and Jacques told me, “She should have used gel.”
“Gel?” I said, scoffing. “Gel makes your hair look all wet and stiff. The spray was totally the right call.”
I like to come off sounding all right about things sometimes. But, the thing is, I did learn—not all that long ago—that I am not, in fact, always right. So, that night, I decided to try Jacques’ hair gel, and, oh my god, it worked so much better than spray. And my bangs did not look wet or stiff.
I showed Jacques. I fessed up that I liked the gel better.
Since then, my bangs have not been all stringy and in my face.
Who knew a guy’s hair advice would be right on the ringlet?
(I know. That would have been a way better metaphor if I had curls.)