Short is Best
A trip to New Orleans is always fun and guaranteed to provide and unexpected occurrence, This trip was different.
The weekend started as is usually did. We got in late on Friday night after driving over after work and went to bed. Brunch reservations were at 11 and we planned to sleep in eager to awaken to an eventful day in the quarter.
Kim and I awoke well rested as the sun streamed in our cozy second story apartment on Royal Street. I got up and made coffee as I usually do and we showered and dressed with anticipation of an excellent meal. We had reservations at a new cafe on Magazine street and we had heard great things. We were fortunate to find an on street parking spot right outside the cafe but in our anticipation arrived at bit early and they didn’t open until 11. It was 10:45 so we decided to just wait in the car scrolling lazily through our phones.
Glancing up the door opened and one of the staff walked out catching my attention. Well actually her haircut caught my attention. She was tall thin and her edge was razor sharp. She stepped out in black combat boots wearing a bright blue skirt and sleeveless black top. Her left arm was beautifully covered by an elegant Japanese sleeve tattoo but the haircut was striking. I don’t remember when I realized the attraction of very short haircuts on women began but it seemed to always be there. The shorter the better and her haircut was short. Her back and sides were buzzed down to what appeared to be either a number one or potentially a grown out zero. By shaved I mean high to the point that her top was just a 3 to 4 inch tousled pixie on top. It was extreme to say the least. I was transfixed trying not to stare.
I had never shared this attraction with Kim. I worried she would think I was weird. Fortunately she liked short hair also but never more than a French bob. Once she got it cut very short to ear lobe length with a buzzed nape but alas grew it out a bit. She had mentioned getting a pixie once which had me gripped in anticipation only to return from the salon with a trim and admission that she worried it would be too much of a shock at work.
As the girl exited the cafe she took a seat on the bench and slipped out her vape taking a deep draw while glancing up catching me in a locked in stare. She gave the smallest smirk as she exhaled and looked down to her phone. Knowing I had been seen I averted my gaze quickly. Kim broke the my tension commenting. “That girl has a cool haircut!” Honestly shocked and trying not to expose my previous embarrassment I looked up and casually agreed somewhat awkwardly “Oh yeah. She does.” I glanced up a few more times as she finished her smoke break and went back in the cafe. It was fleeting but I wished I had said more. I should have made a conversation or suggestion to Kim but another opportunity had slipped away.
As the cafe opened up we went inside to enjoy our brunch. The hostess was sweet and greeted up warmly as she sat us at a table near the front window. I would be lying if I wasn’t searching for another glance of the girl we saw outside but she was no where to be seen. A buss boy came by delivering water and menus which diverted my attention. A few minutes passed and there she was table side. She was our waitress! I tried my best to contain my myself and we exchanged pleasantries as she told us about the specials. I looked for a reaction from Kim but all was seemingly normal. We enjoyed and excellent meal and drinks. We engaged in conversation and Chris, our waiter with the smoking haircut, took excellent care of us. The check came and we finished up the bill thanking Chris for the excellent service. After signing the bill and deciding we were ready to go she popped back in inquiring if there was anything else we needed. I replied that we were all good anticipating we were good to go.
Kim piped in “Actually, can I say I really love your haircut!” My heart skipped as Chris blushed and ran her fingers up her tightly shorn crown. “I got it cut last week and really love it! I never went this short before but it is really awesome! Thank you.” That was it. They exchanged pleasantries and she left. We gathered our things and made our way out of the cafe.
Chris was outside on the bench again casually scrolling on through her phone as we left. She took another sensual draw from her vape looking up to wish us a great day. I smiled and waved making my way to the car. Kim stopped and approached her. What occurred next to my breath away. Kim sheepishly asked “Would you mind if I took a picture of your haircut?” My heart was in my throat. Chris obliged with Kim taking one photo of her from the front and Chris turned allowing her to get a second from the back. As I stood staring Chris stated “You could really pull it off!” Kim reacted with slight hesitation “Maybe one day!”
We made our way to the car. Still in shock and trying not to reveal my aroused state. I commented that brunch was great and said how nice Chris was. Kim agreed and nothing more was said.
The rest of the weekend was great. We enjoyed more great food, music and of course as few drinks. Sunday morning we checked out and started our drive home. About 3 hours into the drive Kim commented “I have been thinking of getting my haircut. What did you think about the waitress at brunch Saturday?” My heart again in my throat I stammered “Her haircut was really cool. Would you go that short?” Kim smiled “I don’t know. Maybe? We’ll see.”
Two weeks passed until one Tuesday morning when Kim stated she was getting her haircut today. She gave me a teasing smile “Want to come with me?” With full attention I agreed saying I could cancel my day and we could make a date of it. I called in sick.
We arrived at the salon at 11. I hadn’t mentioned anything about my curiosity of what she had in mind but finally managed to get out “How are you getting your hair cut.” Kim nervously replied “Maybe like the waitress? I am not sure. I wan’t to see what James thinks.”
James greeted us as we entered the salon. “Hello you two! I haven’t seen you here together in a while. Is it date day?” Kim smiled “I guess so. We don’t really have big plans though.”
James offered me a drink as I took my place on the couch across the salon from his station. Kim took a seat in his chair and he caped her as they conversed. I couldn’t hear the conversation but she took out her phone and showed it to James. His reaction was pure enthusiasm and they both laughed but I could not appreciate what was said.
The next few minutes were ones I would never forget. I made eye contact briefly with Kim as she gave a confident smile in return as James readied his tools. Turning his attention to Kim he began to section her hair high on the crown securing it with a clip. He moved to his station and picked up a large black clipper and changed the blade. He made his way around to the rear of the chair and without the slightest hesitation powered up the clippers and instructed Kim to lower her chin. He directed the clippers to her nape and glided them firmly up her nape to her crown with a steady stroke. I could not believe what I was seeing. He had shorn her completely down to the skin and really high. He and Kim both exchanged a laugh and he continued the shearing. I was honestly in a daze as he continued buzzing Kim all around the back and sides. He turned his attention to the section on top wetting it and scissoring it down to a 2-3 inch pixie length. They continued to converse through all of this rather nonchalantly as I gazed on in amazement.
As I sat there stunned realizing my dream had come true they both approached me smiling. Kim rubbed her freshly shorn nape inquiring “Do you like it babe?” Clamoring up trying to maintain my composure “Absolutely, you look stunning!”
As we exited the salon James chirped “Enjoy your date day!” Kim looked back over her shoulder again rubbing her nape and tousling her top “I am sure we already have!”
Loved this story! Simple and relatable.