Picture this:
It's a lovely day, your crush is approaching and the sun is like a spotlight on your face. You are wearing that perfectly fitting dress and nature is on your side as a gentle breeze hits you up like a studio fan. In the middle of your Marylyn Manroe pose you pause 'coz your hair is greasy, and the only thing blowing on your head is the damp funky smell of your product infested unwashed hair...