I like blondes. Perhaps that is cliché, a sign of unoriginality, but it is true. Golden blondes ashen blondes, reddish blondes -- I can appreciate them all. I do not really care if it is natural or colored, the effect is the important thing. My girlfriend Sheila is, obviously and happily, a blonde. Her hair falls down to somewhat below her shoulders, when she has not gathered it in a ponytail or held it back with a couple of clips. It is a sort of mellow gold and has a slight tendency to curl. The hair makes a pleasant contrast against the tanned skin of her face. And its bounciness is in harmony with the bounciness of Sheila s personality.
