10/15/2012 11:39 am ET

Wigs Are My Superhero Costume

I was sitting at my kitchen table with a guy I’d met earlier that night. It was some dark hour beyond midnight, maybe 2 a.m., maybe 4 a.m., and I was wearing a pink cotton robe from Japan that made me feel like a geisha. I was also wearing a wig.

“I wish you’d take that thing off,” the guy said, as we both sipped our beer.

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