When I was a freshman in high school , as most boys are, I was girl crazy. Of course, I was awkward, shy and very insecure. However, despite these liabilities, I did manage to have a few successful dates. One day, while changing classes, I noticed a girl who I had not seen before. In a teenage hormal rage, I found myself immediately drawn to her. She was awfully cute with a pretty face, slender figure, blond hair and wearing the sexiest pair of horned rimmed glasses this kid had ever seen. I always found intellegent looking girls sexy. One day, while sitting behind her in a study hall, I could not help but notice that her blond hair was actually a wig. I knew what those were because my older sister wore, what she called, fashion wigs, from time to time when feeling "dressy." This girl's wig was somewhat ill fitting and in a style more appropriate to an older woman, of say, twenty five. When she leaned forward to read, there was no hair on the back of her neck. The more frquently I saw her around school, I could not help but notice that she had few friends, girlfriends only and then, the especially dorky kind. In some classes together, I noticed teachers never seemed to ask her any questions and she never volunteered to answer any. It was almost a conspiracy to silence to keep the public spotlight away from her. She never attended a gym class and during these times was usually seated in the Health Office reading or talking to the obnoxious school nurse, who we all referred to as Mrs. Fat Ass. The more I saw this young lady the more smitten I became! One day in the lunch hall it was my good fortune to find myself seated directly across the table from her.
I smiled at her and she looked down and away. She then buried her head in a book. Her shyness hung like a shroud. Honestly, mine was not much better. Nine years later when I experienced my first bout of alopecia, I understood.