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Fruzsi’s dark brown hair, if it had been straight, would have reached her thighs, but Fruzsi’s hair wasn’t straight; it was thick and curly, but of the worst kind. It was completely unmanageable. One of her friends once volunteered to straighten Fruzsi’s hair, but after two hours, she gave up. Fruzsi went on a date with a guy named Gergő. Fruzsi really liked Gergő. It turned out that the guy was a hairdresser and worked in his mother’s huge salon, where 24 other hairdressers worked. On their third date, he said that Fruzsi was almost his type in every way, except for her hair, because he liked it when a girl had spiky hair or was completely bald, but he could accept that Fruzsi liked her extremely long hairstyle. Fruzsi thought she hated her hair but was too scared to change it. After this, Gergő didn’t bring up the topic again, not even when the girl asked him to cut a few centimeters off her hair. During the cut, he didn’t tease her with “let me cut it shorter.” Gergő was the first person who managed to straighten Fruzsi’s hair. It was a three-hour process, and by the next day, you couldn’t tell, and he gladly washed her hair, which also took more than five minutes. After their one-year anniversary, they moved in together. For their second anniversary, Gergő’s mom surprised them with a one-month vacation in Miami, in a beachside villa. On Friday, they both worked, and on Saturday at 9 a.m., their flight left. On Friday morning, they had breakfast together. Fruzsi put the scrambled eggs in front of Gergő, leaned down, kissed him, and whispered in his ear, “I’d like you to cut my hair tonight.” Gergő, smiling with slight surprise, asked, “Why now?” “Well, I thought in my current state, it would be impossible to endure a month at the 45°C beach,” Fruzsi smiled in response. “And how short can I cut it?” she asked, her face excited. “I’ll leave it up to you,” said Fruzsi. Gergő jumped up, pulled the girl toward him, kissed her for a long time, and with both hands, he buried his fingers in her curly hair, then whispered in her ear, “I’ll bring my equipment home, and I’ll cut all your hair.” After that, they had breakfast and said goodbye with passionate kisses. They both behaved differently throughout the day. Fruzsi was dazed and absent-minded, only thinking about the evening. At that moment, the idea to whisper in his ear came to her, but she knew she wouldn’t turn back. Gergő, on the other hand, worked attentively all day, but you could tell from his happiness. When he finished at 6 p.m., he packed the right tools and by 6:30 p.m., he entered the house. Fruzsi was already in comfortable home clothes, her hair pinned up with three large clips on the top of her head. After they had dinner, they decided the best place for the haircut was the kitchen. They brought in a chair, and Gergő unpacked the equipment on the counter. He brought a leather briefcase, which he opened. Inside the padded case was a large hair clippers, 2 batteries, many attachments, and 4 different brushes. He then started unloading his backpack, which contained: a hairdresser’s apron, a much smaller brush than the ones in the case, a metal bowl, a small foldable bag, a metal container, 2 bottles filled with clear liquid—one with a cap, the other with a spray-like nozzle—and a larger-than-usual hairbrush, which Fruzsi knew was specifically made for extremely curly hair. Fruzsi found it odd that Gergő had forgotten to bring oil for the haircut, but then she realized that her hair wouldn’t be simply cut. She swallowed hard as she thought about it and sat down in the chair. First, Gergő took the hairdresser’s apron from the counter and placed it on Fruzsi. “Shall I start?” Gergő asked. Fruzsi stood up, turned around, quickly kissed Gergő on the lips, and then sat back down. Gergő considered this an acceptable response, except for the fact that Fruzsi’s hair clips were still in place. Her hair fell down her back. Gergő took the hairbrush from the counter and, with experienced moves, brushed through Fruzsi’s hair. Fruzsi occasionally winced during the process. Gergő thought that even the large hair trimmer wouldn’t be enough to cut all of Fruzsi’s hair, so he carefully divided her hair into two layers, pinning the top layer with the two large clips. He then approached the bag, took out the hair trimmer, inserted the battery, and chose the 3mm attachment. He stepped beside Fruzsi, set the trimmer to its highest setting, turned it on, and began cutting the long brown locks that reached her thighs. The hair fell to the floor. When Gergő first thought about how to cut Fruzsi’s hair, he hadn’t realized how difficult it would be. He separated the strands with his hands to cut them, and in some places, he had to go over the same section multiple times to make sure it was properly cut. This took 30 minutes to finish. He set the trimmer down and took out one of the large brushes from the bag, then swept the hair off her shoulders and lap. Fruzsi looked around in surprise. It looked like a brown carpet was surrounding her, and that was just half of her hair. Gergő took out the clips from Fruzsi’s hair, then picked up the trimmer again and worked with the same technique as before. Now more experienced, he worked faster. Toward the end, the trimmer stopped, so Gergő quickly changed the battery and continued. He finished the trimming process in 20 minutes. After sweeping the hair off her shoulders and lap again, he picked up the broom and swept all the cut hair into the trash can. A small bump of brown hair stuck out from the top of the trash can. Fruzsi laughed when Gergő tried to push the hair down with his hand to close the small trash can. When he finished, he took off the head and blade from the trimmer, set it to 1mm, and began trimming around Fruzsi’s head. He worked faster now, and finished in about 5 minutes. He set the trimmer down and used the brush to sweep the hair off her shoulders and head, then removed the hairdresser’s apron. “Close your eyes,” Gergő said. Fruzsi closed her eyes, and Gergő took her hand and led her to the bathroom, in front of the mirror. Fruzsi opened her eyes and was stunned when she saw her reflection. For the first time in her life, she saw the shape of her head and no longer felt like she was wearing a fur coat. Of course, she solved this by tying her hair up, but the weight was still overwhelming. While Fruzsi studied her reflection in the mirror, Gergő started kissing her neck. Fruzsi turned around. “Aren’t you going to shave it off?” she asked, excited. Gergő smiled. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Hand in hand, they returned to the kitchen. Fruzsi sat in the chair, and Gergő brought out a towel, which he draped over her shoulders. Then Gergő approached the counter, opened a small metal tin with shaving soap in it, and wet the small brush at the sink. After rubbing it in the soap, he began mixing the shaving cream in the small metal bowl. Then, he stepped beside Fruzsi and applied the foam to her head. Once her head was covered in foam, he returned to the counter, took out the small folded bag, unfolded it, and chose the largest razor from it. He stepped behind Fruzsi and ran the razor across her head. Fruzsi shivered when Gergő passed the razor over her. After nearly shaving all of her head, he took out the smallest razor and precisely shaved around her ears. When he finished with that, he removed the towel and wiped her head with it. Then, he poured some shaving oil from the bottle into his hands and massaged it into Fruzsi’s head. Fruzsi sighed as she felt the sensation of having no hair on her head. After that, she told Gergő that during their vacation, she would like him to shave her regularly, but once they returned home, she would grow it out a bit. This freed up quite a bit of space in the bag, as there was no need for a hairdryer, straightener, shampoo, and similar items—only the shaving kit was needed for the vacation. The routine that worked best was that every other day, before bathing, Gergő shaved Fruzsi’s head. Fruzsi also had to be careful to apply sunscreen to her scalp so she wouldn’t get sunburned. When they returned home, Fruzsi started to grow her hair out again.
