Should I Shave My Head?

I have a serious problem. 

Since my breakup last May, I’ve found myself vowing—more than once—to stay single for at least three months, thinking it would give me the space I need to heal and figure out what I truly want.

Three little months, that’s it. 

And yet, that goal has evaded me time and again. 

When I say ‘single,’ I mean single single. No boys on the roster. No flirtations. No flings. No male attention whatsoever. 

Sounds easy—but trust me, it’s a million times harder than you’d think.

Like clockwork, whenever I finally brand myself with the “single” label, some guy comes along and grabs my attention within about 48 hours. 

I can’t decide if the universe is playing some sort of cruel joke on me or if it’s testing me. 

Maybe a little bit of both. 

Last week, while lamenting to a friend about my inability to stay unattached, he jokingly quipped, “Maybe you should just shave your head. You’ll get a lot less attention.” 

My first reaction was to let out a sarcastic laugh. 

My second reaction was to seriously consider it. 

In my mind, something drastic needed to happen in order to be able to uphold this promise to myself. After all, relying on my willpower has consistently failed me. 

Obviously, shaving my head is ridiculous and is unlikely to solve the problem (I’m sure a guy who’s into that look will be drawn to me within the aforementioned 48-hour period). 

What I really need is a new story about myself. A story about how I’m good at staying single. A story about the exciting single-girl-summer I can have. 

Now, I just need a little bit of faith that this new story thing will pan out.