“Just a trim…nothing fancy.”
For the sake of my niece and my wife, the age of Mohawks is over.
“How do you comb it? Just forward like that?”
This is my gay hairdresser speaking.
“Yeah, I guess. I don’t want to spend too much time on it in the morning.”
This is me realizing that perhaps I should be a bit more metrosexual.
“…but look. If you comb it back, like this…”
He sprays down my hair and slicks it back.
“…you will look almost sexy.”
“No just simple is fine.”
Then as I’m sitting in the chair, my thoughts stray.
“Did he say, ‘almost sexy’? Really? That’s the best I can possibly do? The best haircut he can suggest is one that makes me almost sexy? Is actually sexy really the best I can be in this world?
As if he can read my mind he keeps playing with my hair.
“Yes, you look almost sexy now.”