Just A Hair Out Of Touch

In July, I was diagnosed with alopecia, and as a result of the condition, I have no hair on my head — no eyebrows, no eyelashes, etc. The condition took hold so fast that trying to hide it was useless. It doesn’t bother me all that much because I can’t see it unless I am looking in a mirror.

A group of hobby-related friends and I are getting together for a close-to-Christmas dinner and a blind gift exchange. We haven’t seen each other all that much due to the health crisis.

One set of guys always arrives late. Today was no exception. The one dude doesn’t do social media and hasn’t seen me in person in over six months. He notices my bald head, and rubbing his hand over his own head of hair, he asks me:

Dude: “Is that from November?”

I pause for a moment before I reply.

Me: “No-Shave November?”

I think he’s still confused.