I was catching a packed tube home last night, after a lovely night out with my housemate Nic, when we started a discussion on the deep, philosophical issue of hair colour.  My question - if you're a blonde, interested in a guy who's had a history with brunettes, do you even stand a chance? 

Nic, while incredibly smart and a brunette (so she could offer a perspective from the other side), struggled to answer my question - as she had the distinct disadvantage of being female.  However the guys around us, none of whom I'd ever seen before stepping into the carriage, were a lot more vocal.

The older gentleman in the corner, with his arms crossed tightly, just shook his head.  I asked him what that meant - and he kindly advised me "darling you don't stand a chance."  After some prompting he filled me in on the fact that guys either prefer blondes or brunettes - you don't cross the divide.  Then a younger guy in the opposite corner, with his arm around a lovely brunette, piped up with "once you've gone brunette, you don't go back!"  I found their comments incredibly helpful, especially when they both agreed I might stand a chance - but only if I dyed my hair!  Next stop both these wise men departed the carriage - so I wasn't able to ask them the truth about short vs tall, curvy vs sporty, or even Australian vs English - but I've taken on board the helpful info I was given.

In Australia there seems to be a general acceptance of the fact that blondes have more fun - and more luck with the gents (not speaking for myself here - it's just what I've been told ;)  Now I've come to realise that in England I think the brunettes have the upper hand.  Personally I've tried everything from platinum blonde to medium brown and even had a stint as a redhead - and I prefer life as a blonde.  I'll definitely have to research this a bit more though; I see a few more tube rides on the horizon...