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TIFU by coming home with a long blonde hair on my scrub top.

This took place 3 years ago. I was a male nurse married to a wonderful woman, the mother of my children.

I had worked in the hospital for a long time, I'm social so I'm work friends with a ton of my colleagues. I don't talk about them with my wife, because I hate talking about work.

The day..

I came home from work and put scrub top in the washing pile, my wife grabbed it to do the laundry and she said "who does blonde hair belong to?" Asked sharply. Like it was not a nothing ask. My wife does not have long blonde hair.

I was focused on a football game, so I shot back quickly " I don't know, someone from work?"

After my words left my mouth, like the millisecond I realized what I had said... This does not sound good.

At that point I thought oh I have messed up. That sounds awful having a long blonde hair on me.if I had thought about I could have possibly lied and deflected to my daughter.

However, Because my answer was so naive to the situation my wife don't make anything of it.

I was married still and am. Wife is beautiful, I don't think anyone else would have me.

TL;DR

Came home with long blonde hair. It was not from her or our daughters.Wife found it and asked who's it was.

Saved by confessing the truth, someone from work.

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