A few years ago on my wedding night, I was getting ready to say good night to my lovely and wonderful wife. However, that is when I decided to take one last trek for the night into the bathroom, dressed only in purple pajamas, just to gargle my mouth out. I knew I’d be doing some smooching later on. Also, I wanted to drive a comb all through my precious and wonderful wet looking laid back hair. And I did. I had always loved and adored my bronzed locks. In other words, my hair was my world. While in the bathroom, I immediately discovered that something was not right when I stared at myself in the mirror.

I found at least two terrible looking emerging imperfections. They made me gulp three times. I counted them. One of those mean looking imperfections was on the top of my noggin in full view and the other was lingering on the rear of my head. It took an additional mirror to find that one. I immediately began to feel something up there literally recede. I saw globs of hair in and on the comb. That is when I started to burn up all inside. I silently panicked and suddenly I muted my cries for help. I thought about my wife in the next room. But I couldn’t stop the steady flow of raw tears and sweat. I decided not to comb my hair anymore. Also, I decided not to go and jump in the lake that night. My hair was coming out on a fast track.

My name is George Wilder Jr., I’m a middle aged clean-cut professional. I had always thought that professionals were supposed to have an entire head of good hair. Was I wrong?

Meanwhile, still in shock over my pending appearance, I was looking at a different world. I don’t want lose my hair. As far as I was concern, my life was completely over. I immediately and quietly closed the bathroom door because I didn’t want my wife to hear me scream my brains out. Dejectedly, I sat down on the close toilet seat and soon, sadly, buried my face into my hands. How could I show myself? I also thought about my wife. Will she still want me. I’m sure my wife heard me shut the door, no matter how quietly I tried to be. The house was just about paper thin.