The dude still remembers me; surprising. The dude expressed his righteous indignation when i mentioned, quite proudly, that I didn't even trim it once since the last time i saw him, a year back. You'd think that the guy would be pleased that i didn't let anyone else touch his handy-work. I guess he takes his work seriously; that some fellow would treat his hair so atrociously is probably a crime deserving the death penalty in his book. Chagrin. So, to get back on his good side, I mentioned that I shampoo daily. I gathered that it wasn't the right move; the guy looked decidedly ill. Apparently, it dries your hair and you should use conditioner and only shampoo about thrice a week, yadayadayada.. I muttered something about occasionally using my significant others conditioner. He wasn't impressed.
I think it was a mutual decision, not to talk about my hair-care habits. He took one inch off and blow dried it(no puns on blow jobs, please). It's the first time I've gotten that done - it took forever. It's quite straight now, and is a wee bit too effeminate for my liking, so i can't wear it loose. But he sorted out my side-burns, thank god.
It took about 1.5 hours for the whole thingajig. And 1.5 hours of chit-chat on topics that don't interest me and just idly lying around answering questions on exactly how i want my hair done, would normally have pissed me off. The surprise was, that i didn't get impatient. Apparently, I've learned the art of enjoying an hour or so at a hairdressers. They gave me tea. Eye candy could have been better though.
Look at me go on... I'm astounded that I'm actually blogging this. Jesus! What's wrong with me?
Apparently I'm to use olive oil on it once a week, and come in for a trim every month or so...
urped by gumz @ 3:22 PM
