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To be perfectly honest, my boyfriend Marco isn’t my “type.” I like my guys dangerous-looking with nuts on the side; Marco with his shaved head looks like a basketball jock cum serial dater. The kind of guy who wouldn’t notice me in a crowded room, who’d eventually date me once he knows I like having fun, then never call again. The only thing that was missing was the argyles and the popped collar. On the night we first met, I was already preparing to get my heart broken. Little did I know that I would luck out with him – the Pearl Boy exterior was only a genetic inheritance. Deep down, he’s the biggest dork in the world. More importantly, Marco and I turned out to share the same values, the same interests, the same sense of humor, and the same libido. And he wasn’t a serial dater (he only had one girlfriend before me).

This is what I thought Marco was like the first time I met him

I’m not one to expect boyfriends to make any physical changes for my sake (beyond a wardrobe “suggestion” or two), but I can’t help but love how bad boys look. I don’t know if it was my not-so-subtle suggestions or the one time Marco caught me staring at a guy with a mohawk, but one day he finally told me, “You know what? Come with me the next time I get my head shaved so you can see what I look like in a mohawk.”

Since we kept putting off Mohawk Day, Marco had two months’ worth of hair growth when we finally got around to it yesterday.

I already knew that I loved him in a mohawk, even before the barber could shave the other side.

It took about fifteen minutes for the mohawk to get done, and we were quickly off to tonight’s social engagements.

Hee, I luff how he looks like a delinquent schoolboy in this picture. <3

What a pogi. <3 <3 <3

Much as I love how a mohawk looks on him, Marco is going to get rid of it today or tomorrow because his mom will throw a huge hissyfit if she sees it. Oh well. Come to think of it, mohawks have a douchey quality to them these days. Maybe it’s Puck from Glee or a friend’s ex, but the only real statement mohawks make is “asshole.” And I don’t mean punk-rock asshole. It’s not even pretentious asshole. It’s more like, This is How I Get Girls to Like Me asshole.