my last hours as a blonde

I'm switching over to the dark side. I've been a blonde my entire life. Most recently, platinum, which is a complete nightmare in upkeep. I literally have my roots touched up every 6-8 weeks, and usually by week three, it's already in a state. So, I'm about to become a brunette.

I realize it's entirely superficial to be as concerned as I am about the outcome, but I fear that I might have some kind of identity crisis. I've looked in the mirror at varying degrees of blonde-headedness for the past 26 years. Suddenly trying to harness the alluring darkness of, say, Eva Mendes could be onerous. (too dramatic?) I just hope I don't look like a vampire.

Blonde seems the color of youth and insouciance. Dark hair is exotic and seductive. Two words I simply don't identify with. There are very few come hither stares in my repertoire. So hopefully this isn't a major misstep. But if it is, a few rounds of (harmless?) bleaching will put me back on the blonde team. As long as all my hair doesn't fall out in the process.