Haircut

Actually I got them all cut…

In the sixth grade a kid at lunch told be I would never get a girlfriend until I got a “hairstyle” and for the most part, he was right. And even though I never had a hairstyle, I persevered and managed to get someone to agree to marry me, even with my hair handicap.

SMASH CUT TO:

For the past 8 months I have not cut my hair. Yes, that might sound crazy especially if you know my usual hair length (look at my self portrait). But 8 months ago when I was about to go to the barber ( ok, the barber school for a 4 dollar haircut) I was informed by my blushing bride that I should not get it cut “too” short because when the big day came, I was going to her stylist and I needed to “give him something to work with.” “Okay”, I stubbornly though, “I just won’t go at all.”

I’ll have to say, at first things were kind of crazy. My hair kinda puffs out when it gets long and since I have never grown it out long before I didn’t quite know what to expect. Around March I had students asking me about my hair and “what’s that all about?” but determined to let it grow I ignored my students questioning comments and pushed on.

In May I was able to contain my hair by using the tried and true method of hair grease and slicking it back. I looked like I should be cast in a Martin Scorsese Picture but the hair was less poofy and that’s what mattered at the time. By the end of June the back of my hair was getting long and I was slowly turning into a 70′s feathered hair wanna be. I knew July and August were going to be rough months.

Then something happen…

I actually started getting used to the hair, and the hair was getting used to me. The length was getting to be at just long enough to make the hair actually look “good” comparatively speaking. Bree however had just about enough of the hair and was counting down the days to getting my head shaved. I joked with her, “What if your stylist says that my hair is perfect and he’s not going to touch it?” She was not amused.

The big day came this past weekend and much to Bree’s horror and my delight, her stylist thought it looked great the way it was! She insisted he look at a picture that she brought of me, back in the day, with short hair. We came to a compromise and he took away the Seventies-ness and brought me back into the 21st century.

The crazy thing is, now I feel like a grown-up. My hair is not buzzed and does not look long and messy but it’s cut like…like…like an adult. Oh the humanity!

So gentlemen, despite the odds, you can get a girlfriend without a hairstyle, however you gonna need one to get married.

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