Before I tell you about Michael, I need to start with Will. He and I had a long relationship. It started when I lived in Minneapolis and I found him by mistake... or I guess you could call it fate.
He was super skinny and covered in tattoos. His tongue was pierced. Sometimes I didn't feel quite hip enough for him. He talked about bands and bars and trends I didn't know much about. But Will sat me down, put his skinny fingers in my hair, and knew just what to do.
The first time Will moved across town, I followed. Then the second time he moved I decided, with a heavy heart, to let him go. After a couple of rebound trims I moved to Germany and started three dark years of blunt cuts, too many layers, one-appointment stands all over Hannover.
I had almost gotten used to this lifestyle. I waited for months until split ends forced me to try out a fresh face and fresh pair of shears. Every time, I tried not to be disappointed.
Then I heard about Michael, and decided to meet him. I was a little nervous. I had even cut out a magazine picture and put it in my pocket, just in case. When Michael told me how much we needed to take off, my heart melted a little. When he started the razor cut, I swooned. I will be seeing him again.
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| Of course the real man in my life, at a concert last Friday |
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