Tolsty
Me and Lana met two years ago. At a salon, as it happens. I can not forget her eyes and that green green dress she wore. She had brought her little sister to get her hair cut for the new school year.
It was a private school, she had long blonde hair, her little sister did, and the school all students to have above the collar cuts. I don’t know when exactly we hit it off but my guess is when I had her little sister all caped up. She was explaining to me what kind of cut I should replicate on the tiny girl.
”Mother said the sides should be a half an inch long”, she put her hands on both sides of the little girl’s head, moving them towards the crown,”The top is all yours to play with”
”Alright, I gotcha”, I gave her a thumbs-up. She smiled and waited for her little to be done, taking her post right beside me.
The girl in the chair didn’t fuss about the cut but I think she hated me for cutting her hair just for school. But I had to, money is too good of a reward. I revved up the clippers and got to work, removing the bulk of the hair on the sides to the desired length.
When that was done, I ruffled the hair on the crown of her head. My scissors severed off much of the hair on the crown and what I left her with was sorta a high ‘n tight cut. The little one didn’t like what I did.
”I look ugly”,she cried softly.
”Oh, come on”,her big sister ran her fingers through the short hair,”You look cool”
”I want to look pretty”,whined the little one.
”You do”,her big sister smiled. But deep down, my girl could sense the distress in her sister. In her mind, she thought of a plan.
”How about this”,my girl said, picking up her uncaped sister and taking her place in the chair,”I will get the exact same haircut so you won’t be alone, okay?”
”Bu your hair is so beautiful”,moaned the lesser sister.
”So is yours”,my girl booped her sister on the nose.
So I had a new client and I cut her long hair short as her sister’s.They matched and went merrily out into a new day. I thought I would never see her again but fate is a cruel mistress: more of a kind one in my case.
She was older, her hair was longer.Her life was a zoo, according to her as a silver cape covered her torso. Her sister became a K-pop fanatic and got a hairstyle that was more Korean fashionable. That mother of hers got remarried to some hairdresser lady she was not fond of. And life was just hitting her over and over again like a sentient brick wall.
”Nothing makes sense anymore”,she confided in me,” I just hope I can find the right person for me”
”Is it de ja vu?”, I laughed,”Or does fate want us to be together”
”You”,she was skeptical,”Be my mate? Get real”
”Well, you can’t blame a poor hairdresser for trying”,I ran the comb through her hair,”Now, what are we doing today, dear”
”Something short”, she narrowed her eyes,”Buzz the sides and we’ll go from there”
”What guard?”
”Your pick”
I had consent so I didn’t apply one and completely buzzed off her hair, on the sides. She ran her hand over the short stubble, smiling wildly. Her voice became soft,”Buzz the top flat”
I complied and did as she asked.It looked like a field of wheat when I was done. She loved her new style. Her number was a bonus to my profit.
We started talking, she loved two things, women and people who loved women. I wasn’t exactly her type but I tried to understand her. My willingness to hear her out was one of the highlights of our courtship.
I loved two things, women and short haircuts on women. She understood my fetish by inferring my profession. And she took time out of her day to hear me out as well. It was a mutual love that grew brighter as time went on.
She became my girlfriend and I, her rock.We strove to better each other in more ways than one.It was quite a surprise when she wanted me to become her fiancé. To be honest, I wasn’t ready for marriage because I couldn’t see myself marrying someone with hair: it’s insane, I know.
I brought this fact about me to her attention and she just smiled.
”Is that what you want for me, baby?”she was understandable.
”Yes”,I confessed,”We don’t have to do it today or this year but I-“
”Are you kidding me?”she smiled much wider now,”Let’s do it now!”
”But my shop is closed”, I told her.
She gave me a look,”Really, fine”
That was her last night as a tressed woman. The next day, she wanted the shave first thing in the morning. I managed to convince her to have breakfast first.
And then, it was off to the old barbershop. She opened the door for me and was excited to lose it all.Really, she couldn’t sit still in order for me to shave her.Her nerves eventually calmed and my clippers were able to strip off all the hair on such a beautiful creature.
It was Sunday when I married her, she walked down the aisle. In her puffy dress, bald head, and brow-less face. She was absolutely beautiful.
