one week's wages (or why i love my hair dresser)
1. She saves me from myself.
Not only did she refuse to make me a redhead (You just don't have the coloring, honey), she refused to cut off my hair. (Not in my chair. People PAY for this hair. How about a trim?) We compromised at three inches.
2. The head massage.
It's like sex. Only, in a chair with your head in the sink, and all your clothes are on and... well, so, it's nothing like sex except that it feels wicked awesome and is administered by a very cute boy with shiny black shoes and golden fingers.
3. The result.
I want to pet myself endlessly. And take myself on a date. Wow, that's pathetic, now isn't it??
I'm sure you could have guessed this, but I hate having my hair washed by strangers. But glad you enjoyed it :)
That's a real shocker. ;)
The best part of getting one's hair cut is the head message.
Hell, I'd pay for that and skip the cut.
I agree with Dan :)
I base my tip on that head massage.
I guess that's the absolutely fab thing your premonition was about. Go you sexy fish.
I guess that's the absolutely fab thing your premonition was about. Go you sexy fish.
The pathetic part is not that you want to pet yourself, it's that you want to take yourself out on a date. If you're hot, why not skip straight to the bedroom? (Or was it not that kind of "petting"? HAR HAR)
I love coming back from a trip to the salon. I always feel like a million bucks.
Go paint the town red! :)
I love that just from the salon feeling. Double the punch with a fresh manicure and pedicure.... god all the rubbing of hands and feet... I'm drooling now...