Emily
One day, Olivia, a friend of mine told me she was gonna throw a party. “Hey Emily, make sure you’ll turn up on Saturday.” “I’ll be there.” I smiled. “Daniel’s coming too.” She knew I was smitten with him and hoped we could start dating. I’ve seen him just once but his attractive look and lovely smile totally charmed me. And I was to see him again. I just couldn’t wait, but the day finally came. It took me some time to find a suitable outfit, do make up and hair. It was waist-length although not particularly thick. I hoped Daniel will like it anyway, especially that I knew hair was in his interest. He wasn’t a hairdresser but he cut his friends hair and, as Olivia told me, he did it well. The party was a success and Daniel really asked me out. I was over the moon and felt I was more and more in love with him.
On our first date, while we were sitting next to each other, he ran his hand through my hair and I already knew what he wanted to tell me. “I’d like to cut your hair Emily”, the words I was waiting for became real. “I’m not sure”, I answered. “I like it long.” His smile and the look of his eyes almost made me change my mind. “Say yes, Emily”, he was trying to persusde me. “No, Daniel”, I didn’t want to give way. “All right, if you really don’t feel like it”, he started pretending he was miffed. A few days later however, he asked it again. “Why are you so stubborn, Daniel?”, I was a little iritated. “I want my hair to be long, what’s wrong with that?” “To be honest, it doesn’t look nice”, he said seriously. “I just want to transform you into a beautiful princess. I promise I can do it.” “But princesses usually have long hair”, I objected. “Maybe in fairy tales”, he chuckled. “Let me do it Emily”, he looked at me with pleading eyes. “This one time. I know you’ll look gorgeous.” I suddenly felt I hurt his feelings with my refusal. It was my hair that was at stake, but his charm was irrestible. And an hour later I found myself in his flat, ready to make his wish true. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and had to admit my hair looked indeed terrible. It was long and nothing more. I wanted to become Daniel’s princess and suddenly felt a haircut can be like a new chapter of my life. My new life with him.
I sat on a chair and Daniel put a cape around my neck which sent me the first thrill. I fully understood then that my haircut is really about to start. The thought, it was the last moment with long hair, was both scary and exciting. It was like watching a horror movie. You cover your eyes but watch through fingers anyway. Daniel ran through my hair and smiled “Are you ready?” “I am, I guess.” My heart was racing so much I believed he might hear it. I was trying to play it cool but my emotions took over me. Daniel must have known it, as he said “Relax, getting a haircut is a pleasure”. “Maybe for you” I smiled shakily. “Has anyone ever cut most of your hair?” “I’ll do my best to make it an unforgottable experience”, he ran through my hair once again. I mumbled with delight as if he promised me flying to the stars. He combed it carefully and clipped leaving a few strands that were going to be chopped first. I saw him reach for scissors and snip them in the air with a mischievous smile. I felt like I was gonna explode with anticipation. Daniel took the first strand and held the scissors against it. I held my breath and waited. Finally he pressed and I saw my hair slide over the cape and fell lightly onto the floor. The wave of a pleasant heat washed over me. “How are you feeling” Daniel roused me from ecstasy. “Ok” I said casually. I didn’t want to show him how good I really felt. All my nervousness flew off. His hands were so warm and gentle like the sweetest caress. Another strand between his fingers and another chop. I was thrilled to bits hearing the sound of the scissors snipping through my locks and then seeing them falling down. I found myself looking forward to this sight. “Are you enjoying it?” he asked. My face must have revealed my true feelings. “Yes” I said in a dreamy voice. “You were right, it’s really exhilarating”. Daniel sent me a warm smile. “I told you so.” The further process was even more enjoyable. Daniel was sectioning, combing and then chopping another strands of my hair until it was all gone. His gentle touch, his fingers brushing against my ears and neck and the sound of snipping were so soothing. I wanted that moment to last longer. I glanced at the floor again. My cut long hair was scattered around it as well as the cape. This view filled me with pumping excitiment. When Daniel finished and I looked in the mirror again, I was stunned. “Oh, Daniel” I was stuck for words. “I told you you’d look great”, he grinned. “I guess it was you who was stubborn, not me”, he ruffled my short hair. “You can cut my hair whenever you like”, I smiled. “I will”, he stroked gently my cheek and kissed me.
