Sunday, October 07, 2012

Blonde Ron

Blonde Ron - 1981 (with a little help of peroxide and sun)


Ever wonder what a blonde Ron looked like?  You haven't?

Mom and her two blonds sons and me (on right) -  1951

Blondes run in our family.  My father Isaac was a blonde.  My brother Isaac, Jr. is also a blonde. His daughter Karen and son Isaac, III are also blondes.  I was not a blonde.  In fact, along with my Mother, I had dark brown hair.  My youngest brother John has light brown hair.  Not quite blonde but not quite dark brown either.  Isn't this interesting?

Me (center) with my two younger blonde brothers, blonde father and dark haired mother - 1947
So, during the height of my Wild Years I thought I would go blonde.  I combed some peroxide in my hair before leaving for my annual summer vacation in Provincetown, Mass.  OMG!  Did I ever turn blonde!  I DID NOT LIKE IT.

However, the deed was done so I headed off to the gay summer playground of Provincetown, Mass.  Know what they say "Be careful what you wish for?"  My vacation was a bust folks.  I wasn't mobbed by all the good-looking guys on my arrival at the Provincetown airport.  No one noticed me in town and my nightly forays to the Back Street Bar and the Atlantic House went for naught.  Even my afternoons at the Boatslip Tea Dance I went unnoticed.  Perhaps it was because I felt so self conscious. I'm not sure why I got the reaction I did to my new blonde persona.

When I got home, thoroughly humiliated, having to explain to my co-workers at Girard Trust Bank where I worked in Philadelphia why I suddenly had BLONDE HAIR from this summer's vacation when I had none before.  I used the old excuse "I was out in the sun a LOT!"   That excuse didn't go wash with most.  I couldn't wait for my hair to grow out to it's normal dark brown.

Next year when I appeared in Provincetown with my normal dark brown hair, all was well again with the world.  I still wasn't mobbed at the Provincetown airport, nor the Boatslip Tea Dance or the Atlantic House or Back Street bar but I did "make some friends."

So the morale of this story is "Blondes may have more fun but gentlemen prefer brunettes."

Me - Provincetown - 1979 - brown hair



21 comments:

  1. man, you were smokin' HAWT back then! no wonder bill picked you up and made an honest man outta ya!

    the second pix has the amtrak/septa train catenary in the background; must be a downingtown pix.

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    1. Anne Marie,

      I did "all right" in my day. :)

      Ron

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  2. I didn't notice your hair colour in the first pic....I couldn't tear my eyes off the rest of you You were very good to those jean shorts. Wow! And what a beautiful lean torso. Hot, hot, hot!!

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    1. Buddy Bear,

      I haven't changed a bit....well....maybe a little bit. :)

      Ron

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  3. Great blog post! I think the blonde Ron in the photo is VERY hot. You would have definitely gotten my attention!
    I was never crazy about being a natural blonde, but I was stuck with it. Once, when was 20 years old, I dyed my hair brown just to see what it would look like. Nobody seemed to like it, so I reluctantly went back to being a California surfer blonde.

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    1. Thanks Jon. Nobody liked me as a blonde. I'm not the blonde type. You are. Bill was initially attracted to me because I was tall. Then when he saw my long legs he fell in love with me. He likes long legs.

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  4. Goodness me, Ron! Just how many photos of your younger self have you got? (This one - top - shows you as having been quite the hottie pin-up!)
    Only wish I'd had more taken, not having many at all to show off - and now lumbered with a body which has long since passed its better days. But maybe you, having all those reminders, find looking back a bitter-sweet experience?

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    1. Ray,

      I literally have a couple thousand pictures of me. That really isn't a lot considering that there are large chunks of my early life that I have no pictures. My whole time in Pittsburgh right after I got out of the Army, NO pictures. For about six years when I worked in Philadelphia, NO pictures. Why? I just didn't think of it. And of course, really large chunks of my childhood NO pictures because buying film and paying for the processing was just too expensive. Maybe to some it seems like I am very vain with all these pictures and it's a "gay thing." Not really. My friend Larry, who is straight has way more pictures than I do. A LOT MORE and he wasn't and is not as hot as I am. :) To us taking pictures is just a way of recording history. No more, no less.
      As for as me having a bitter-sweet experience looking at the younger me? Not really. I didn't think I was all that hot when I was younger. My youth or looks didn't affect my sex life. In fact, it was more of a hinderance because what I mostly remember is all the time I wasted fending off guys who I wasn't interested in. Still, I did have some good times. Last week I attended my 53 class reunion. The only two guys there who didn't have three chins and a beer belly were me and Al Bucci. Both of us are gay. Maybe it's the gay gene. I'm happy with the way I am now as I was happy with the way I was back "in the day."
      Ron

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  5. A couple of THOUSAND? Holy cow!!! - and your pal, Larry has even more! I don't even have a couple of dozen - well, not of those I'd care to show, but in any case very many fewer than 100 anyway.
    Yes, it's true that having pictures taken, developed and printing used to be a pricey business in 'our' day. Now it's incredibly easy - and you just delete the ones you don't want to keep, AFTER you've seen them. Instant decision.
    Even if you didn't think you were 'hot' (and, believe me, you were) I'm surprised that you don't regret having at least those looks back which were broadcasting to the world your then age. That's the first part of the bitter-sweetness I was referring to.
    I had the same experience pushing guys away who were interested in me but not me towards them. For some reason I seemed to attract blondes who, I suppose, were looking for someone darkish to complement themselves in 'night/day' fashion. But I too tended towards the darker-complexioned guy, preferably hirsute-faced. Maybe we were after the same type of fella, I think.

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    1. Ray,

      I have over 67,000 pictures on my computer (iPhoto) so far. I have several thousand more to scan. I hope to get them all done before I die. My friend Larry has about 38,000 photos. His mother died last week and he inherited hundreds of very old photographs from her that he is now scanning into his computer. I understand some people don't take photos. Both my brothers don't and my good friend Bill B. doesn't. I've always like to take pictures. One of the best Christmas presents I ever got was a cheapie Kodak Brownie camera when I was 12 years old. I still remember the thrill of taking my first photos (mostly of my brothers) which I still have. Back in those days I didn't have too many photos of myself because I had a low self esteem because of my father. He constantly criticized me and the way I looked. It wasn't until I graduated from high school and joined the Army that I realized I wasn't this odd looking boy that my father used to call "beak" (because of my big nose).
      These days I get criticized for taking so many photos but most usually come around several years later when they realize I have recorded history for them. At my class reunion two weeks ago I hired a friend to take photos. He took 518 photos which I will share with my classmates. I have thousands of photos from previous reunions. I also have thousands of photos that I take of headstones in cemeteries as a Find a Grave volunteer. Of course some of my friends criticize me for taking all those photos to but I pay them no regard. I do what gives me pleasure as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else. No apologies.

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    2. Not the slightest need to apologise, Ron - I'm just jaw-droppingly amazed.
      I hadn't particularly noticed anything about your nose until now, only in the light of what you say about your father calling you names - but now that it's been mentioned it's actually a rather cute nose - and in absolutely no way can it reasonably be termed 'big'.
      Anyway, we can rest assured that you have resources in stock to be posting photos galore here on your blog without once repeating yourself - and THAT I really do envy.

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  6. I think it's time you dyed your hair neon pink - just for fun.

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    1. Well, that's ONE THING I haven't done in my life Dr. Spo.

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  7. Constantly impressed by what a hottie you were before you became the hottie you are today. I think you should reconsider blond!

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    1. Thanks! Where were you when I was "a hottie?" :(

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  8. I don' t think it was the blonde hair that was the problem. More likely those socks! I am sure it was because you were self conscience about your hair. I tried blonde once too. I dyed it back as soon as I could and wore hats the rest of the time.

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    1. Jeff,

      My socks? They were my "hunting" socks. I still have them! You're right, I was too self conscious about my hair. It was actually an orange shade of blonde. I couldn't wait until my regular hair grew out.

      Ron

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  9. Randy in NEB.3:54 AM

    I have to concur with most everybody here you are a hottie no matter what your age or hair color is. In 1981 I wore cut-offs like that, only I didn't look as hot as you! You must had every guy in sight putting the moves on you. I was 21 then, I'd would have. Please keep it coming. Randy.

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    1. Thank you Randy for your very generous compliment! Yes, "back in the day" I had my share of admirers. It wasn't as great as you think it would be though because most of them I wasn't interested in. I did spend a lot of time fending off unwelcome advances. I don't have that "problem" now of course. :)

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  10. Randy in NEB.3:56 AM

    Oh yeah, I'm a leg man too! Grrr!

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    1. My legs are what initially attracted Bill to me. He said he loves long legs. I have a 36 inch inseam. To put that into perspective, Michael Phelps, who is the Olympic swimmer is the same height as I am (6'3") but his inseam is only 32 inches. Short legs, long torso. That's why he's such a good swimmer, all arms. Me, not so much so. My long legs only good for walking, not swimming.

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