26 Apr

There are a few stories I am well known for amongst my friends. Stories like the time I got stuck in an elevator, or when I walked on a broken ankle for four hours to drunk to realize. However, the most bizarre story by far is the tale of the time I got my eye lashes dyed to help someone in trouble. I mentioned it briefly on my Stuart’s fact list but I was asked to shed a little more light on this strange story. It started one day when I was still in College. I was in the student art shop looking for (strangely enough) art supplies when a very upset looking girl suddenly approached me. She was almost in tears as she asked for my help and explained her situation. She was a student on the beauticians course and it was the day of an important practical exam. She had to dye someone’s hair. It sounded simple enough. The only catch was it had to be someone with light colored hair and this was the reason for her distress. The person who was going to be her model had fallen ill. She needed to find a replacement fast and since I have light ginger hair she practically pleaded with me to be that replacement.

I wanted to help and seeing what I looked like with dark hair for a little while sounded interesting. So I said yes. She told me where and when the exam was, thanked me again and left. I felt good about myself. I had made someone happy and I went on about my day. Later that day when I arrived she was happy to see I kept my word. After all I was a stranger and might not have shown up. I sat down as the examiner started taking notes. I felt good for helping this girl. She had seemed so upset when she had found me in the morning. I was a knight in shining armor. But then came the question:

“Would you prefer it to be your eye lashes or eye brows?”

“WHAT THE HELL?” shouted my brain.

“Hu?” my mouth said dumbly.

She repeated the question while looking a little nervous. The examiner was standing right there. If I made it to obvious that she left out what part of me would be getting the color change she could lose marks and fail. I tried my best not to let on and told her I wanted my eye brows dyed. She quietly pointed out I might look strange with two caterpillars over my eyes. I told her I wanted my eye lashes dyed. In my mind I was thinking I could just wash it out afterwards.

So I sat there with my eyes shut as she did her work. Eventually it was all done and I could open my eyes. The examiner was happily taking notes. The student asked me if I had any questions so I asked how easy it would be to wash the dye out.

“Oh… it’s permanent.”

“WHAT THE HELL?!” goes my brain.

“Hu?” goes my mouth.

I don’t know if she forgot to tell me these things or she did not want to for fear that I would say no when she asked for my help in the morning. I never found out. I stayed polite so as not to get her in trouble but left as fast as I could.

It was not long before my class mates were enjoying the joke of what had happened and pointing out that I looked like I was wearing mascara. I must have looked like a transvestite who got cold feet at the make up stage. For the following weeks I was wearing sunglasses most of the time, trying to explain to everyone who asked why I looked like a Rocky Horror Show fan as well as spending every available moment in front of a mirror trying to pull my eye lashes out. All that and I didn’t even get her phone number.


15 responses to “Dye Another Day”

  1. JaG says:

    Funny story!

  2. zed says:

    and are you back to normal now ?

  3. Paul Bowers says:

    lol. So that’s what happened.

    Good story. :)

  4. sharlet says:

    Dying your lashes wasn’t a mistake. Quote: “All that and I didn’t even get her phone number.”

  5. sharlet says:

    Argh, crap, the second half of my comment got cut off! Here it is again, rephrased:

    Dying your lashes wasn’t a mistake; not getting her phone number was! ;D

  6. Invader Stu says:

    JaG – Thanks you for adding me to your blog roll

    Zed – Its been six years so I am happy to say yes but it did take a month or two of pulling eye lashes out.

    Paul – I have other crazy stories as well but I will save those for a little later. Thanks for adding me to your blog roll too.

    Sharlet – Would you date a guy who looked like he was wearing mascara? And thanks for adding me to your blog roll as well

  7. Rose DesRochers says:

    Pictures, show us pictures. LOL

  8. sharlet says:

    Actually I would! It really depends on what he’s got UP there (contrary to “down”, as most people would like to think).

  9. Invader Stu says:

    Luckily there are no photos :p

  10. Invader Stu says:

    Up there? I had a mascara look :p

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  12. Aledys Ver says:

    LoL!! I’m desperately trying to find the contact details of the producers for “Bridget Jones” – I think they might be missing the chance of making a sequel with Bridget’s twin brother – the one with the dyed eyelashes!!!! :D

  13. Twakster says:

    HAHAHAHA!!! You are making me cry dude…This is sooooo funny! I really enjoy your blog, only discovered it today and I have been on it for almost 2 hours straight!

  14. C.Smith says:

    Seriously dude, could have been worse.. She could have been desperately looking for someone for her waxing exam.. and I’m not just talking legs. But! At least I DID get her number. ;P (she’s my ex girlfriend now.)

    Love your blog b.t.w. hilariously recognisable at times.

  15. Lisa Jochim says:

    Ok, this is way too funny! Did you ever watch Friends? There is this one episode where Joey waxes his eyebrows and it hurts so much that he leaves and they don’t match. At least you got a matching set. Love this story!~Lisa

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