BarbersChoice
TRUE STORY 2 weeks ago!
Renee’ and I met over 3 decades ago, married, divorced, now with grown kids and grands… Her “big 80’s” hair eventually going shorter and shorter until our divorce after 7 years or so – 3 kids. Life happened, my addiction, fetish, attraction to all things short hair a huge contributing factor to our marriage issues. Whether it was me at the barbershop twice a week and her thinking I was a damn weirdo, or me nagging her about her messy, unkept (or whatever way I could describe it to piss her off) hair – becoming the source of so much hatred and mistrust that it eventually caused us to end our marriage. To say it was my fault would be an understatement, she tried and tried to please me with so many short cuts – I was never happy. My issue ultimately was not her finished cut, it was my fetish of seeing her in the chair, having her hair cut super short, with clippers, somewhat against her will. I would literally withhold money, sex of course, and treat her so unfairly , if she didn’t keep her cuts up on a weekly basis. It was an addiction, it still is, I’ve lived with it since, going through another marriage, many relationships, some better than others, some even playing the short hair game along the way. Ultimately, nothing ever made me truly happy, I tell you all – this is a controlling disease, and has been for years.
As I reach past middle age – the urges are still present, however, the sexual arousal associated with the problem has diminished somewhat, maybe it’s age and what not! I’ve been reduced to back room websites, endless surfing on the net, literally and I mean literally visiting 100’s of barbershops having my hair cut. She didn’t mind my short cuts, her family was ex- military and she favored the buzzed clean look on her guy, which only embolden me to at a minimum, but ultimately satisfied my fucked up fetish when she did not. Her accompanying me at times to the barbershop watching from across the room she found so helpful in keeping her own ass out of the chair for sure! Smart gal! It’s been a crazy life for sure – I did NOT ask for it I assure you!
This backdrop has brought me here. You see Renee’ and I have stayed close friends even after the divorce, both involved in all our kids lives’, still live in the same area and now the grands have brought us to run past each other more often, Her now divorced from her 3rd marriage, me single, but dating around here and there.
The night of the grands 2nd birthday party left us cleaning up at my house, my girlfriend at the time heading her house for the evening. Sharon had shorter hair (of course, right) the kind that was just short because she really just didn’t want to fuck with it at 65 years old I suppose . She was cool – and we did enjoy each others company Renee’ and I chatted about the past, the recent death of her father (loved that dude) – something we never really did over the years. We got along great (like best friends) but never dwelled on the past, never bringing up my past behavior, and I as I had found out later – a short fling she had while we were married! We joked, I called her slut for cheating, her telling me it was my fault for being such a dick about her hair 24/7… Whatever – the night carried on and so did the wine!
Over the next few hours we ended in my bed and after thirty years or so, the sex was CRAZY! Our sex life was never boring and it wasn’t this evening either. One weird exception is that she wore a baseball cap while we fucked and moved my hand over her neck – me wanting to go deeper each time she asked if I like that… My 1st inclination was a hair question, like what short hair, clean neckline, etc… I did not even think of going there, I’m sure she was referring to the sex, her and our passionate positions. It was great!
The next week our oldest grand had a ball game and we went for a quick bite after the game. It was Saturday morning and we left the diner to head back to the field to get my car. The next hour was epic. It’s the reason for my post!
“So what was that the other night, just a booty call from your ex” Renee’ said jokingly as we drove toward Westridge.
“I’m not even sure – but I did enjoy it, Glad you didn’t call me your ex’s name” I said as we laughed a bit and she pulled into The Family Barbershop in the plaza next to the fields.
“Come on – I want you to get a haircut, I freaking know you love it, after all, we were married forever!
“Just hush and let me do the talkin.” Renee’ walked in and we sat- the place was packed an she actually grabbed a # from the machine. I wondered what the heck was up, as she looked at me with a “no talking” motion over her lips. We sat for an hour or so, both of us on our phones – not speaking a word.
“Number #38” the barber in the 2nd chair called and Renee’ handed me the ticket and motioned for me to go. The small shop had only 2 chairs sitting across from each other – the other was occupied by a younger boy, the old guy buzzing the kids hair.
I sat as Renee’ walked over and spoke rather softly’
“Can he get a super short High-n-tight, maybe a # 1 on the sides and back?” she said as she walked over sitting directly in front of the chair. I did not say a word and the barber who was super skilled gave me exactly what Renee’ had asked for. You see, I loved this cut, but dating at 60 and with a “high-n-tight” well let’s just say the hot babes usually wanted more of a modern cut.
Renee’ walked over to my chair and slowly rubbed the back of my neck.
“Take him down to skin here, I want it smooth bald” as she placed her hand on my neck.
I sat as the barber reminded me again that the fetish I’ve had for 40 years had gone nowhere. As she continued doing her work, the young kid stepped out of the chair beside me and the old guy cleaned up around as the father paid. And as the old guy finished around the chair:
“Number #39, next” as he snapped the cape waiting for another customer. To my total fucking disbelief, Renee’ walked over and sat stoically, facing me in the chair in a freaking barbershop.
“How short are we going ma’am” the old dude said pumping up the chair and spinning her around towards the mirror.
“Just like my husband” she said as he spun her back facing me. I was in total shock! As I sat waiting for the final shave on my neck – an image I’ll remember forever’
“All the way down for me ma’am” the barber now firmly pressing down, Renee’s chin buried in her chest.
I watched as my ex submitted to the clippers, her long blonde locks collecting in her lap. Pass after pass reveled her beautiful scalp, her ears now glowing, her long drop earrings dangling – so sexy!
The blade went through her hair with ease, removing everything in its path. I swear there is mothing more alluring and arousing for me than to see my lady sitting in a leather barbers chair having the loaud Oster 76 clippers plowing up her nape!
“Real tight” the old guy asked as he pointed to the top of her head.
“Oh yea- maybe a #1 on top, but yes, super tight – she loves the ole’ landing strip as well” I said at the same time Renee lifted her head for a brief moment, to utter the words… “I fucking love you baby, I always have…”
And with that my ex was reduced to perfection…
