After taking a moment to process this question, gazed up from my tea to survey my fiancee, Josh. At that moment, he was staring at me intently from the driver's seat as we drove though rural Texas on our way to God's country. I took in his deep chocolate eyes framed by his square glasses, his strong jaw and lovely cheekbones, and his perfectly formed, unbroken nose and for a moment entertained the idea. I mean Josh is a handsome guy, but really, the ponytail could only go one of two ways.
Josh without Glasses
Ponytail #1:
It's the turn of the century and Josh is astride a large black stallion, bareback (obviously), racing across an open field. He is wearing soft leather boots, those tight riding breeches which leave nothing to the imagination, and a white shirt, open to reveal his chest hair. as my eyes travel up I see his handsome features displayed in the sunset with his dark, lush hair pulled back in a leather thong revealing his powerful neck. Rawr, ponytail.
With this image in mind I turned to tell him I would absolutely adore him in a ponytail when suddenly, a second image of Josh flashed across my mind.
Ponytail #2:
Josh is strolling down the lane of a quite country town. He is wearing jeans and a hand-knitted sweater to ward off the chill. Suddenly, he turns into his home and what appeared to be a slightly shaggy haircut is revealed to be a tiny awkward ponytail. Yikes.
Having had two very different visions, I again took stock of my fiancee.
"Darling, I would love you no matter what your hair looked like, but maybe you should stick with what you've got."
Sometimes, it's better not to know which of your fantasies would actually come true.
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