Under these circumstances I find I get a better haircut when I let the hairdresser go wild. There was that time I had to restrain myself back when the movie Titanic first came out. I'd seen it once. My hairdresser at that time had seen it four or five times and rapturously asked, "Wasn't it wonderful when she saved him back?" It was on the tip of my tongue to answer that I thought the film the most sentimental piece of dreck I'd ever seen, although I had enjoyed one round. That I couldn't bear the thought of seeing it a second time, let alone four or five times.
Before I said any of this I remembered: "This woman has my hair in her hands!"
So I kept my mouth shut.
But now, observing the artistic dreaminess in the hairdresser's eyes, I said, "Okay," when he informed me that I had "too much" hair in back, that yes, he could do the graduated bob but he would layer the back . . . . Okay. And he talked. Blah, blah, and blah. He made an interesting remark too, about being Turkish and stuck living in Germany: "You integrate, not assimilate." He was too flirty. So I said as little as possible and let him flirt with my hair, but drew the line when he wanted to color it. I take care of that myself.
I like the cut. But as I was heading toward my classroom a few days ago, a younger colleague, male, blanched, asking: "What happened to your hair?"
"I got it cut."
"Oh!" (Look of horror) "Well, it looks good?" said he.
All the women in the department like it. The men don't notice. My husband says I always look good. So for whom did I cut my hair? Me. It makes me look younger, you see.
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