I got my first professional haircut in almost three years.  It felt so nice to have my hair washed.  I love having someone else washing my hair, especially with good, strong fingers and cool (not cold) water.  I like massages, but if I had to choose between a massage and a good scalp-scrubbing hair washing, I’d choose the hair washing with a good scalp scrubbing.

I love my hair.  I can say without reservation that my hair is my best quality.  I’m pretty vain about my hair.  I have great hair.  No gray.  None.  I’m 37 years old, which makes the no-gray thing pretty fucking rare and a fact of winning the genetic lottery.  My sister didn’t have the same genetic luck; she started going gray in her mid-20s.  I took after my father who, at 61, has a full head of thick, brown hair with only a few grays.  My sister’s hair is more like our mother’s, which at 64 is fully gray.

This is me with my new haircut.  Oscar, the very cute gentleman who cut my hair, went through the work of blow drying my hair straight.  I have a lot of hair.  So much that Oscar had to ask a coworker to begin working on his next client so he could have time to blow dry my hair.

Fortunately, Oscar’s next client was the Viking.  It was the Viking who referred me to Oscar.  It was the Viking whose hair was cut from long and pony-tailed to short and reasonable, and hot.  The Viking was referred to Oscar and the Barber Lounge by DD.  DD is a fun fabulous gay who has helped the Viking with grooming and fashion.  The Viking is worried that he’ll not be able to find a good fabulous gay elsewhere.  He’s wrong.  No matter where we go there will be fabulous gays; I will accept nothing less.

I’ve not yet washed and styled my hair since the new cut, but I do like the new ‘do.  I also like the Viking’s new ‘do,which is even shorter than it was before.

I think Oscar knew that the Viking was nervous about cutting his hair back when he cut off the Viking’s long, long ponytail.  This time, the Viking had already had months of shorter hair so it wasn’t a shock when it was cut even shorter.  Short and cute.  I really like the Viking’s new ‘do.

He was nice enough to pose all silly for me.  His “punishment” was to have his pic posted.  (It’s been done with his full consent, I promise.)  It’s hard to argue that he doesn’t look very sweet, and quite cute.  Really cute.  Look at those cheeks.  Look at those dimples!  Look at that pretty smile.

I swear.  True story.

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