The below story has been dramatized for your entertainment purposes.
Today's the day!!! Today has finally come! It is time to get my hair cut!!!
This was the excitement I have displayed for most of the day. My last haircut was done before Thanksgiving, so today was a pretty big deal (at least in my eyes). I had heard so many great things about the stylist I was giving a whirl this time. Since I do not make it down to Fayetteville, where I normally get my haircut, I have been giving the ladies in BV a try. Quite frankly I still get a little nervous each time. And, rightfully so. Since I live in a retirement community, I am scared of coming out of the salon with blue hair wrapped in those old school Velcro rollers. Somehow, I knew this time was going to be different; I just didn't know to what extent.
I had heard a lot of very positive things about this new stylist. As I had been told to do, I brought in a picture of the cut I wanted. I chose to keep my hair longer than normal this time. My husband, Jeff, was ecstatic about that. Now let me first say that getting my hair done is an adventure I always look forward to because, for me, there is no greater feeling than someone running their fingers through my hair ever so sensually. I guess you could say it is an orgasmic experience. Let me secondly say that I love a good thick accent on any man or woman. I find it somewhat relaxing.
My stylist today originally came from Mexico, so her accent was a nice change to Yankee sounds I have to hear from all the "transplants" in BV. Between the fondling of my hair and the accent, I was good-to-go; entranced if you will. She was following the picture so perfectly. It was happening, I was getting a great haircut. And then something else happened. It felt like I was coming out a really good sleep. Ahhhhh, sleep, may favorite. All I can remember is an accent filled slurring of words and my head, eyes half opened now, nodding up and down and my mouth saying, "Sure, why not", like a happy, drunk bachelorette on the night before her wedding. That's when my great haircut turned into a nightmare. Apparently, she had asked if I wanted my bangs cut just like hers. I am not sure what was going through my mind. I mean, her bangs looked great-on her. "It's okay", I told myself, "I can work with this".
The next thing I know she was styling it. From here, words cannot describe my hair. Except maybe this...Remember Nikki Sixx from the 80's? Yeah, he wants his hair back.
