Overdue by Jerrod

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I had just returned from an overseas business trip. It was great to be back home. One of my first priorities was to get a haircut. Something that I really needed. Because while in Europe I just never got my haircut.

While over there the one thing I noticed on men of all ages was their choice of hair stlye. Buzzed and even shaved heads were quite common. Not just among those who were showing definete signs of mpb but even ones with full heads of hair, were either buzzed short or shaved bald.

I had been giving some thought to having mine shaved over there. But felt I could not trust any of the barbers. One morning I awoke early planning to take in some of the sights. I figured being in Paris I should see something of the city. Afterall, I had some time to do some touring.

This particular morning I was to see the concierge,Pierre about the best tours of Paris and pick up some theatre tickets I ordered the day before. I was aghast when I saw him. For there he was at his desk as dapper as could be with his head shaved. What a change from the day before , when Pierre had a thick curly head of black hair.

I asked him in my broken French why the change. He gave me a chuckle and explained his girlfriend had been wanting to see him bald for awhile. Finally, he decided after work to go for the ultimate and shave his head. I asked where he had it done. He told me Marie his girlfriend had done it for him.

I commented on how great he look with his head bald. Pierre agreed he actually liked the shaved style, which was a surprise to him. He told me he intended to keep it for awhile. I said I wish I had the guts to just shave mine off. Her laughed as I picked up my tickets and touring information and then gave me a name of a couple of shops that might do it.

I got on the tour bus and began taking in the sights. The Louvre and all around the city topping it off by going to the top of the Eiffel Tower. I especially enjoyed seeing Paris and night from the tower. But my thoughts wandered to Pierre and his shaved head. Even just having lunch at a sidewalk cafe I could not help but notice an abundance of shaved heads in Paris. Even my waiter sported a shaved head. Was this a sign of what I should do. I did not get my hair cut or head shaved that day or any other while there.

I returned to my hotel to get ready for dinner and the theatre. Pierre was gone for the evening. I took a shower and put on my best duds for dinner and the show. I stared at myself in the mirror just wondering how I would look bald like Pierre and the other I had seen throughout Europe.

I had a great meal but my focus was more on the number of men with buzzed and shaved heads. And again as if it was destined to be an omen for me,several of the waiters had shaved or buzzed heads. I took in the show which was Les Miserables and entirely in French of course. But I understood most of it. Then it was time to return to my hotel and prepare to return home the next day. But not without a midnite night cap. Lo and behold again my server had a shaved head. Wow,so many in one day alone.

I arose around ten am to get a taxi to the airport. Pierre was there and he greeted me. Yes, his head was still shining. And he asked if I was afraid to shave mine. I told him in away I was. I said goodbye and headed to the airport and home.

As I dozed on the plane thoughts came to me about the shaved heads I had seen and about even shaving my own head. Before I knew it I was back in the States. It was great to be back home. I got to my apartment which overlooked Central Park. Boy was I tired after the flight. I wanted to flop on my bed and fall asleep. Instead, after tossing my bags on the bed I glanced in my mirror. I looked horrible, my hair was a disheveled mess. I just had to get a haircut.

And that is just what I did get a haircut. Not at my regular barber for I had decided to go for the ultimate and get the full treatment. The place to go was Astor Place for whatelse but a complete head shave. I knew I would not be alone getting my head shaved. And sure enough shaved heads abounded. And I found in myself in the barber`s chair having my head buzzed and then lathered and shaved completely bald. By none other than a bald barber. What a great sensation and feeling as he shaved of my mess of red hair. I actaully liked it and could not keep my hands of my now hairless smooth head. I paid and left and began to wonder what my friends and associates woukld say. And oh my gosh how about Tanya my fiancee. She admired my hair and I was meeting her the next day for breakfast.

It turned out alright the next day. Tanya was stunned but then told me she liked it on me. The truth of the matter is that I never wanted to admit it but my hair was showing signs of thinning. My associates were in awe but likewise most everyone admired the new me.

Since that day I have kept my head shaved because I like it and Tanya, who is now my wife likes it as well. Even a few of my fellow workers who were showing signs of hairloss have done the same. Ah yes it is great to be bald.

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