It was a traumatic experience, it wasn't until months after we broke up I was able to look at a womans hair without suspicion. I was scarred mentally, so much so that I was in utter shock when my current woman went to the beach with me, and actually went underwater. I thought to myself "Oh great, now she'll need a new weave, and when she comes out the water she'll look like a completely different person" but to my shock and delight she came up for air and it was like I was born again. When she emerged from the cold murky depths of the atlantic ocean, not only was her hair still intact, she looked exactly the same as when she went under. My heart skipped a beat, and at that moment I knew she was my boo