My previous hair stylist would never cut my hair the way I wanted. I would ask him to cut my hair shorter and he would refuse to do it. He would say, "You don't look good with short hair so I'm not doing it." I'd put up with it because the bush on my head would actually look decent after he's done with it and he gives a great head massage while shampooing my hair. The problem was after 2 months I'd start to look like I have a mullet (in case you didn't know - having a mullet is not something to be proud of) and since my wife's changing hair stylists, I figured I'd do the same.
The first positive thing I noticed about my wife's new hair stylists is she's a she. I'd much prefer a female playing around with my hair, particular when it comes to a head massage if you know what I mean. She asked me how would I like my haircut. During this exchange I realize she doesn't speak English very well - this hair salon mainly served Koreans and I don't speak Korean - so I decide to keep it simple and told her to clean it up, but keep the same style.
As she starts working on my hair, we are making small talk like all hair stylists and their clients do. She's very friendly - I try to joke a little with her, but the cultural barrier makes it a little bit difficult. She doesn't want to be rude and gives me a polite laugh here and there - like I said she's very friendly. I also begin to notice that she's pretty good looking as well. Things are beginning look like I'm going to have a new hair stylist. I figured if I spend more time staring at her instead of myself in the mirror, she won't know that I'm a self-absorbed ego-maniac until it's too late.
As she's finishing up, I noticed that she didn't do much to the hair just above my ears. I said to her, "The sides are still long. Make them shorter." She replied with her broken English, "No, no, don't look good short. Grow longer. I will curl later." I thought I misunderstood the last part - "I will curl later". She proceeded to plug the curling iron into the power outlet. I'm thinking I must've misunderstood her, there's no way she's using a curling iron on a man - it's never been done before. She then proceeded to shampoo and blow dry my hair and I began to think that the curling iron thing was just my misunderstanding. After she was done with that, she picked up the curling iron and started curling my hair. No way! She began with curling the back and finished by curling the sides. There was no misunderstanding.
I tried so hard to keep myself from laughing while she was doing this. Once I was done, my wife saw me and a look of confusion covered her face. She wanted to laugh too. I told her, "Don't laugh. Just pay the bill and let's get out of here. Tip the hair stylist extra. This is one of the funniest thing that happened all week." As soon as we made it out of the hair salon we both burst into laughter. My wife said, "You look like a girl!" and I responded, "Oh my god honey, I was biting my tongue to stop myself from laughing the whole time."
After we got into my car, my wife wanted to fix my hair, but I wouldn't let her because we were going to visit my folks and I wanted them to see it. I looked too funny for them to miss this.
Once I stepped into my folk's house, everyone was like, "Did you get a hair cut?" Not the reaction I was expecting. Where was the laughter? Then my brother walked into the room and saw me. First thing out of his mouth was, "Dude, you look that guy in the rock band, Liam Gallagher of Oasis."
Apparently, my curls had "calmed down" to a point where I don't look like a girl anymore, but more like a wannabe rockstar. Here are the pictures for you to decide for yourself.
Me:
Rock Star:
Note the captions above the images just in case you cannot tell the difference because I'm so Rock-N-Roll right now.
Ok, I definitely do not look as cool or as drugged out as him. Nevertheless, it's close enough. I have a new hair stylist now because, in my mind, she makes me look like a rock star.
Dude, I'm Rock-N-Roll...
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