A Visit to Sara by Recruit
Last summer my girlfriend Kim and I decided to make a bet. Her hair was shoulder length and I had been trying to convince to get it cut in a short, cropped, boyish style. My hair was fairly long, almost completely covering my hears and hanging over my collar in the back -- and I had a full beard on top of that. She had been wanting me to get a shorter haircut too, and to go for a goatee instead of the full beard.
So here was our bet: it was the middle of May, and we said that we'd have a contest to see who could get the best suntan by July 4 -- and the loser had to get their haircut in a style selected by the winner.
Kim was a school teacher and hadn't been out in the sun too much. I worked inside, but had managed to get a decent tan since I was outside in the sun quite a bit outside of work. So this was a bet that I was sure to win...or so I thought.
By early June I was way ahead in the contest, but then school let out and Kim started spending a lot of time in the pool. I started to get a little worried, then I had to go on an extended business trip for a couple of weeks...by the time I got back our tans were about the same, but she was still going to the pool every day, and her tan was getting better than mine...by the time that the 4th of July came around, it was clear that she had won.
We were cooking out on the 4th, and Kim told me that she would make an appointment for me on the following Saturday with her niece Sara, who was a hairdresser. My hair had been longish for a long time, and I hadn't shaved my beard in almost 15 years -- so I pleaded with Kim to find another way to settle the bet. But she said that a bet was a bet, and not being one to try to weasel out on a bet, I said that I would keep the appointment with Sara. I asked Kim what kind of cut that she had in mind, and she told me that she would think about it and that she would call Sara and tell her how to cut my hair -- and that I would not find out until Sara finished with my haircut.
I woke up Saturday morning, stood in front of the mirror, combed my hair, and stroked my beard, which was a bit bushier than normal (I usually kept it neatly trimmed). I was hoping that Kim would only have Sara give me a bit of trim instead of doing something drastic. I got to the salon and Sara had just finished her previous appointment. We said hello to each other and I noticed that she had a really mischievious smile on her face. I sat down in the chair and she told me that she had talked to Kim earlier and that Kim had told her how I wanted my hair cut. Sara said, "are you sure that you want it cut like that?" I said that I was sure. She said, "OK, here we go!"
I was still sure that Kim had told Sara that I just wanted a trim. But I was shocked when Sara took her scissors and cut the hair completely around and over my left ear. Then she did the same to my right ear it sure felt strange not having my hair over my ear, let alone not even touching my ear. Using the scissors and comb technique, Sara had soon given me a short business man s haircut. She let me look at it and it did look pretty good, and I told Sara that I like it.
Then Sara told me that she wasn t finished yet. I heard a strange buzzing noise and then felt the clippers on the back of my neck. I could feel the clippers going up a few inches on the back of my head. Then she ran the clippers over my left ear, then my right ear. Then she used the scissors and comb to blend in my hair on top of my head. I thought that she was finished, but then she took the clippers and began running them over the sides of my face so I knew that my beard was no longer there. She did leave a bit of a moustache and goatee, although it was trimmed very short. Sara then lathered my face and shaved it smooth, except for the moustache and goatee.
When she let me look in the mirror I hardly recognized myself. Gone was the hair hanging over my ears and my collar, and the full beard was no longer there in its place was a very neatly trimmed moustache/goatee, and my hair was probably an inch long or so on top, tapering down to being buzzed at the hairline in back and buzzed above my ears
That was last year since then I have let my hair grow back a bit, but not as long as it was I ve kept the moustache and goatee and have let it grow out a bit and Kim and I have the same bet going again: whoever has the best tan by the 4th of July gets to tell the other one how to get their hair cut so far my tan is much better than Kim s, so I think that she ll be having a real short hair cut this time but school has just let out and Kim will be spending more time in the sun plus I just found out that I have to go away on a business trip for 3 weeks so something tells me that I could lose again and the price to pay may be worse this time: last night we were eating dinner and Kim was telling me that she really prefers a clean shaven guy, and that she thought that shaved heads look really cool does that mean that I ll be a baldy come the 4th of July?
to be continued!