The moment I placed the wig on my head, I knew it was going to be a good year.  I was struggling with baldness and the shame I often felt with my folicle situation.  I tried dating using the online services, but I knew my lack of hair created a lack of confidence resulting in low esteem and untimately... perpetual loneliness. I needed help and needs it fast. Is was about time for a fine flavored fella to get Funkified.
When my Super Jumbo Black Afro Wig arrived, I tore it from the box and pulled it onto my head. The renewed feeling of bangs in my face and bountiful curls on the nape of my neck was intoxicating. I went to the local Rite Aid for a pick and some other hair management tools, the looks I was getting from the ladies was amazing.  A wink and a nod, a small inhalation of air. Then I saw Shauntrelle and gave her a little bob of my head as I met her gaze, this made the classy lassy stop dead in her tracks, her eyes fixated on my mane, mesmerized by my big, bold, black tresses. Needless to say any more, you get the picture.