Insult The Red And There Will Be Dying

(My boyfriend and I go to different colleges. He has come by for a visit.)

Me: “Just so you know, I’m dyeing my hair red over spring break.”

Boyfriend: “Yeah, you told me. Why do you keep doing this?”

Me: “I miss having red hair.”

Boyfriend: “I just can’t see you with red hair. You look so much better with brown or black hair.”

Me: “But my hair was red when you met me.”

Boyfriend: “Yes, and it was very distinctive, but that didn’t mean it looked good on you!”