The Magic of Long Hair

Did we find love because we grew up, got real and worked through our issues? No. We just found the right guys. We found men who love us even though we’re still cranky and neurotic, haven’t got our careers together, and sometimes talk too loudly, drink too much and swear at the television news. We have gray hairs and unfashionable clothes and bad attitudes. They love us, anyway.

In this week’s Modern Love, a column that everyone loves to hate, or loves to love, or doesn’t read, ever, a fun-sounding 39-year-old manages to slide her fingers between her coffin and its lid, pry her way out, grow her hair long, and find a husband.

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