Naturally curly but easy to style

Jim found himself out for an evening jog around his block, something of an embarrassment as he was, let's face it, woefully out of shape and he definitely needed to figure out which end of a stretcher he would need first. Twelve minutes. That's all he had been jogging for, twelve freaking minutes, and already he was more than a bit winded from the exertion he was putting himself through. Pathetic...this is the flattest part of the city and you're dying here already?!? his 15 year-old self would shout derisively at him. His 40 year-old self, though, would probably tell younger Jim to shut up and get a job, get a haircut, and be more mature.

40 year-old Jim was a pathetic loser.

He shook his head and laughed a bit as he turned the block and headed back in the direction of his home, pausing for a moment to look at the Morgan house. IT did look like it had sat empty for months...but hadn't he just gone over there the past week for beer and ribs? He could have sworn that was the case. Still, there was no denying that there was a light on in the kitchen and some music coming out of the house. It wasn't anything he'd recognize but it had a decent beat and it wasn't profane like some of the other music that he often heard from the genre.

Getting back home, he noticed that Laura's car was gone for the night, being a Friday she was probably out blowing off some steam with her friends from work, and Jim just shrugged it off as he hopped in the shower and washed his hair. Parties were nice but they weren't his cup of tea and she had long since acknowledged that by not inviting him to things unless it was either necessary to show the face or to butter up people, both of which he was good at doing. He also knew that it meant Laura would be stumbling home, drunk, and probably collapsing in a pile on the floor with her heels ruined and dress splashed with god knows what. She was many things, his wife of many talents, but holding her own was not in the deck she was playing with.

Speaking of decks, his mind wandered to the third question on the quiz.

3.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOUR HAIR BE STRAIGHT OR CURLY?

Absently, he ran a hand through his thinning hair and thought first about Laura and then Angela, both women had short straight hair and both were not really all that worked up about it either. He loved a woman with straight hair but he also loved how fun it could be with some curls. A few friends in school often had fun styling their hair and he laughed along with them when they would make weird shapes and styles with them. Plus, hair was functional and could be styled to look straight one day, curled the next...but it was a pain in the ass, from what he was told.

Making up his mind, he walked over to the desk and picked up the pen, noticing for a moment that it was a breast-cancer awareness pen and it had a pink tint to it, causing him to smile a little. I WOULD HAVE NATURALLY CURLY HAIR BUT IT WOULD BE EASY TO STYLE. Jim turned and continued to wipe himself, taking a moment to use a towel to dry off his hair and slowly he shook it, feeling a small bit of growth as the hair on top of his head slowly developed a small spring to it.

***

With the last bit of reading done for the night, Jim took a look at his watch and sighed. Already 1:15 a.m. and still she wasn't home. He hoped she wasn't as stupid as sometimes she played off and drove home (he hadn't thought about going out to get her, not at this hour, but perhaps he should?) It took him a few more moments before he heard the thunk of a body hitting the front door before he realized what was happening and, internally groaning, he made his way down the stairs and gently opened the door.

"Oh, hey, sorry about this, Jim."

He nodded his appreciation to Shawna, Laura's coworker in the department office, and the two of them managed to get his semi-conscious wife into bed before the woman smiled sadly at the mess on his hands and ducked out. He turned and after making sure she wouldn't **** on her vomit (and setting out a trash can to boot), he slipped out of the bedroom and walked downstairs into the bedroom. It was only as he slipped back into bed did he realize he had tucked Laura into the guest bedroom but figured it would be only for a night. Hell, it would be easier to clean too, they needed to get rid of those sheets up there.

4.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT WOULD BE YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?