Happy Independence Day to all my American TB brethren. Be safe, all. So.... I finished a day shift and came home. Time to wash off the busy day and prepare for a drawn-back, at- the-house celebration with the GF, whose first date with yours truly was 2 years ago today. As I start brushing out my hair, she comes in, scoops up a pony tail of it, and suggests I let her give me a man-bun. Stop. No. Quit. ...hey!.....owww. Well, TBOT. She did it. Here's the rub. I don't mind it so much. I actually reaaaaally don't mind it so much. I think I might like it. Do I need help? Is there someone nearby who can make an emergency house call and punch me in the throat? IDK, TBOT.