My husband had a comb over…Yep. And I almost didn’t date him.

If you are walking down the street, you would see my husband. He is a fine specimen of a man. He is tall and lean and tan and has amazing green eyes with flecks of gold and dark hair (well, now it’s a bit salty). His teeth are white. Oh so white (and I’m not just saying that because he had them whitened even more through Groupon ;)). He is also a KILLER dresser. The man really does have style.

And then you would see me.

First of all, I have been through many changes in the past year. Namely Maxwell Loren—our 14-month-old son. So, I’m 37 with a 1-year-old. And I don’t work out. During pregnancy, I couldn’t even move. And, yes—let me just publicly admit it. I am a bit of a slob. I have short hair (thankfully it is no longer the color and texture of straw used in scarecrows). And my hair is thick. And kinky (unfortunately, I cannot use the word curly). I always tend to pull it back—and it really doesn’t belong in a ponytail. You see, my hair is, well, it’s short and sticks out of the back like the frohawk of a chimpanzee. And, on most days, I have an aversion to makeup. But, let me be honest again…It’s not because I am a natural stunner. I am simply lazy.

And yet—I almost didn’t date my husband because he had a comb over. Let me clarify. His comb over was not a balding one. He just combed his thick head of hair in one direction to the side. Ugh. “Definitely not cool, man,” said the sloppy woman with no hair style.

But this man asked me on a date, and as much as I wanted to say, “NO!” my sister convinced me to go. She thought my husband was good looking. In fact, if she wasn’t married, she might have flirted a bit herself.

And, in the words of one of my oldest and dearest friends, “Your husband is like a fine wine—he gets even better with age.”

How in the world did I, the slob, think about not going out with Rich—the comb over?

Perhaps my ego was far bigger than I gave it credit.

Well, fortunately, my sister talked me into the date. And, believe it or not, we had so much fun talking and laughing that I completely forgot about his hair and had a GREAT time.

Isn’t life full of surprises?!

Glad mine was.