The other night I went to the salon to test out a hairstyle for my wedding day. The stylist worked her magic and I knew, immediately, that this was what I wanted. I had curls cascading down my back and I couldn’t stop grinning as I walked home – even in the rain.
I waited eagerly for BNF to get home so he could see it, and I may have kept bouncing the curls around, as they’re so very different from (and much more fun than) my usually pin-straight hair.
Finally I heard the key in the lock, I saw BNF evaluate my hair, and saw the smile on his face.
“I like it, baby,” he told me. “It looks great! It looks like a beautiful horse’s mane!”
I was too surprised to come up with anything better than, “Did you just call me a horse?”
I thought about it more, and came up with a better conclusion: BNF was simply channeling is inner Sir Ulrich von Leichtenstein.
In A Knight’s Tale, if you’re unfamiliar with the classic, Sir Ulrich attempts to hit on Jocelyn with the line, “Your beauty will be reflected in the power of my arm and my horse’s flanks.”
Needless to say, it does not go over so well, and Jocelyn only barely listens when her friend and maid tells her, “Maybe where he comes from it means love.”
Sure. Let’s go with that.
In these two cases, anyway. And these two only, I hope.
Though, now I wonder if it would be appropriate to trot down the aisle.