My new hairman.

Went to the hairdresser for the first time since last July!
I hate the hairdresser experience for all the normal reasons.

Because of these reasons, I don’t have a steady hairdresser, which actually makes all the reasons compound and be worse. The last person who did my hair was really good, but too far and too busy and too $$$

So, a new hairdresser has been chosen.

My hair basically looks pretty much the same as before in my opinion.
He put too much product in it and I’ll prolly have to wash my pillowcase tomorrow.
It took a whole hour (I only got cut, no colour).
He had hair machine hair badly (new-mullet moulded up to a asymmetric spike with blond streak diagonally down the back)

The other hairdresser was having a funny conversation:

“Yeh, this girl, no-one knows who she is, or where she comes from.. and she is just totally flirting with my boyfriend all the time, and I said it to him, and he was like…”

and then in walked her boyfriend and said

“hi, how long you gonna be?”

and she said
“nah, not long”

and he left and she was all freaked out and asking how long he’d been there and stuff, and my hairdresser goes “nah, he didn’t hear you, guess you learnt a lesson from that”

and she goes
“yeh, i sure did! That was close.”

and then resumes
“yeh, so right, he just lets her be all over him and stuff, and …etc”

Anyway, despite all this: one hour, $50, my hair being the same as b4, his hair machine hair etc. I like the guy and he pulls it off.

Michael is now my new hairman.
  ¶ 3:18 PM