The Gardener
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Just this last Sunday I made my regular visit to my salon for the ol' chop chop. Now, I am not one who dreads the experience, but when my hair is wet (and short!) it does really tend to highlight the thinness of my center forehead versus the thickness I have in the back and sides. I don't worry a lot about it, because once my hair is dry it looks fine... well, receeded, but fine... but I always have that worry that on this visit he'll screw up, cut it way too short or do something wrong, and voooosh my thinning areas go from thinning to gone.
To start off, let me tell you about my hairstylist. He's a wiry latin guy, he's 42 but looks more like 20, has a head of hair like David Schwimmer, and coiffs it in ways I only wish I could have back when I was 19. He's very effiminate, soft spoken, dresses impeccably, always perfectly manicured, and walks with a swish (you know what I mean) but swears up and down that he's straight. I mean, I really like the guy, he's a great guy to talk to about anything and we even critique the women around us in the salon, me pointing out the attractive features of the women around me and him pretending to agree with me, if he even knows what I'm talking about. He does a fantastic job with my locks too, but every f*****g time he gets his fingers into my hair, he never fails to say something about the fact that my hair is thinning. Every f*****g time. That a**h**.
Well, this time I walk in and sit in the chair... he asks me if I saw the hottie at the station close to the window and I tell him that of course I did, she's breathtaking, loved her dark skin and she had fantastic full lips. He
replies with his typical cat-meow sound effect "reaaaaow" and says "oh, well I just don't see what you see in that b**ch" and starts working the fingers into the hair. Right then, as he was fingering, feeling out, strategizing with my hair as he always does he yelps out "eeew! you have some flakies!"... and "I can pull out your hair with one hand?" I then decided to let him in on the fact that I started Minoxidil a month ago. He went ghostly white, "oh my, you are taking that sh*t now?" I tell him, yeah, why not? I mean, he knew about my thinning hair for months... and he tells me about how shitty it looks every time I come in? He then makes some comment like "well doesn't that sh*t make your dick limp?" and I say nooo! That point is overblown with hairloss meds and just plain wrong with minoxidil! He then says "well, I know a few guys who could probably use something like that" and I tell him hey, you can see how it works, if it does, because you cut my hair. He then attempts to patch things up a bit, saying apologetically that the thought of age and ageing and such scares him silly.
Well, the conversation got better and he did a fantastic job with the hair. I go to the cashier (another young hottie) to pay and continue with this sudden feeling of good karma... and she says to me... "hey Gardener, you're hair looks really thin?"
Aaaaargh!!!!
Anyways, sorry for the long post but it reminded me of some of the complaints others have had here about visiting the salon. Any of you have some nightmare stories from chop chop day?
To start off, let me tell you about my hairstylist. He's a wiry latin guy, he's 42 but looks more like 20, has a head of hair like David Schwimmer, and coiffs it in ways I only wish I could have back when I was 19. He's very effiminate, soft spoken, dresses impeccably, always perfectly manicured, and walks with a swish (you know what I mean) but swears up and down that he's straight. I mean, I really like the guy, he's a great guy to talk to about anything and we even critique the women around us in the salon, me pointing out the attractive features of the women around me and him pretending to agree with me, if he even knows what I'm talking about. He does a fantastic job with my locks too, but every f*****g time he gets his fingers into my hair, he never fails to say something about the fact that my hair is thinning. Every f*****g time. That a**h**.
Well, this time I walk in and sit in the chair... he asks me if I saw the hottie at the station close to the window and I tell him that of course I did, she's breathtaking, loved her dark skin and she had fantastic full lips. He
replies with his typical cat-meow sound effect "reaaaaow" and says "oh, well I just don't see what you see in that b**ch" and starts working the fingers into the hair. Right then, as he was fingering, feeling out, strategizing with my hair as he always does he yelps out "eeew! you have some flakies!"... and "I can pull out your hair with one hand?" I then decided to let him in on the fact that I started Minoxidil a month ago. He went ghostly white, "oh my, you are taking that sh*t now?" I tell him, yeah, why not? I mean, he knew about my thinning hair for months... and he tells me about how shitty it looks every time I come in? He then makes some comment like "well doesn't that sh*t make your dick limp?" and I say nooo! That point is overblown with hairloss meds and just plain wrong with minoxidil! He then says "well, I know a few guys who could probably use something like that" and I tell him hey, you can see how it works, if it does, because you cut my hair. He then attempts to patch things up a bit, saying apologetically that the thought of age and ageing and such scares him silly.
Well, the conversation got better and he did a fantastic job with the hair. I go to the cashier (another young hottie) to pay and continue with this sudden feeling of good karma... and she says to me... "hey Gardener, you're hair looks really thin?"
Aaaaargh!!!!
Anyways, sorry for the long post but it reminded me of some of the complaints others have had here about visiting the salon. Any of you have some nightmare stories from chop chop day?
