Cutter
The club
I noticed her when she walked into the club with her long red hair draping down each side of her neck almost past her breast.
She walked in with attitude and confidence that made her unapproachable. She sat at the bar drinking a
Martini. She lit a cig tossed her head back and blew smoke into the air.
I sat across the room dreaming about that rad hair hitting the ground. Watching and wondering if I should go over and try my luck.
A man approached and walked a wake after speaking to her for just a few seconds.
I waited for her to get a few more drinks in and turn down another man.
I decided what the heck the only shot missed is the one not taken.
I approached her with a simple line.
You’re pretty can I sit down and talk with you a bit.
She replied “ how refreshing honest and simple”.
In my I was thinking prettier with short hair I bet.
We talked for a while then exchanged numbers.
A week later after texting a few times we decided to have a real date.
She warned me she trimmed her hair a bit. I instantly got a boner thinking or dreaming of a pixie.
When we met at the restaurant she looked the same as she had before with the long red hair except with long side swept bangs.
I told her how good it looked.
Being disappointed by girls getting trims was normal for me. Girlfriends of the past all
promised a short cut but to the shoulders is all I ever got. I wasn’t too let down after all it was a self induced expectation.
Over the next few months we dated more and more. I never mentioned my interest in short hair.
Six months a two hair trims later she kept the same style but I was feeling the need to share.
Sitting on the couch watching a movie about a couple stuck on a beach after their boat broke down in the ocean.
The wife ask for a haircut.
I said “in my dreams”. She looked at me and said “really”?
So I confessed my interest in short hair.
To my surprise she ask why I was just revealing it.
I said most guys and girls like long flowing locks.
She said “you pick the cut”
I said “I would love see you with a pixie”.
“Dang that’s short” she remarked quickly.
Too good to be true I thought.
A week of two past she made no more mentioning of the haircut.
She ask me if I’d love her if she kept it long. I didn’t know we was to that stage in our relationship. So I said “I’d love her either way” and then ask are we to that point?
“We are now” she replied.
She took me by the hand and lead me to the bedroom.
Without removing any clothes she ask if we could do it quick.
Moving needed garments to the side I obliged her.
Then she just said “come on I have an appointment”.
We arrived at a house a few miles away. She knocked and a woman answered the door and invited us in.
She introduced us “meet my mom”. Is is also my hair person.
I was getting excited.
She sat down in a salon chair in the back room. Mom ask how she wanted it trimmed up.
When she said pixie you could have heard a pin drop.
Absolutely not her mom said.
You will have a trim and that’s it. Maybe an inch.
Without protest that’s what happened.
Arriving at home she could tell I was unhappy with what had happened.
She said I don’t have any scissors or we could start it here. A few days later I went over to her place she answered the door with a smile and handed me a pair of hair scissors. I explained I don’t know how to use these.
Put your fingers in the holes.
That’s not what I meant. I mean cutting hair.
She said “cut it off, mom can fix it”.
I didn’t know she was forced to keep Long hair her entire life and she was looking for an excuse.
She pulled up
An office chair lifted it all the way up. Sat and said come on do it.
I timidly stepped towards her and ask “are you positive”?
A resounding “yes”.
I snipped off a piece a few inches long and was worried it was going to be to short.
With her hand she said no to here. Showing to cut it at the bottom of her ear.
I brushed her hair down with my hand and set in. Each crunch of the scissors brought me closer to my dream.
I crunched and watched each section of beautiful red hair fall to the ground. Nearing an explosion in my pants I ask her to come to the bedroom. Only half done she reluctantly agreed.
I was like a bull rider. Rode hard and done rolled off 8 seconds later.
She wasn’t done.
She retrieved the scissors handed them to me insisting I finish.
Starting where I let off I took it a bit higher more mid ear.
Then she instructed me to go over the ear so I did and it looked terrible but I was loving every second the red hair plopped to the ground.
When I was done red hair covered the floor in one room and the bed in another.
When we arrived at her mother’s for the fix her mom was pissed and beside herself.
Pacing back and fourth, mumbling about how long it was and how long it took.
Mom just fix it please.
Her mom combed and brushed it and combed some more. Then said we have no choice but to clipper some on the sides and back. You ha a pretty bid spot cu the skin right here. Pointing at her right ear.
Oh shoot the top is going to supper short looks like someone got a bit close up here too.
Her mom picked up the clippers and a comb then went to work. Her mom was crying as the red hair got shorter and shorter. Tapering the sides and back from skin to a 1/4 of an inch at the top leaving what she could on top it was about an inch long. Sobbing more and more as she finished.
Saying I guess grand babies are out of the question the that haircut she looked like a gay.
Little did she know the seed was already fertilized.
