Well, the first man I ever fell in love with was bald so I never thought about it as a stigma – in fact, afterward I always found it sexy. I was 16 (well, almost 17) and he was 31 (I know, I know – shades of Roman Polanski here), and the first time I laid eyes on him, I couldn’t get past his incredibly steady and slightly amused pale blue eyes. I know it sounds like a romance novel but I felt like those eyes were looking straight inside me and the top of his head could have been on fire for all I knew. Once I did notice the rest of him, I didn’t even think about his baldness – and I was a teenager, for God’s sake – but it just wasn’t an issue. I was too busy taking in those eyes, and his great ass, and his deep, deep voice when he played Hoyt Axton on the guitar.