That moment where the hairdresser takes a step back and with her head cocked to the side says "Do you want me too...." Leaving the rest unsaid as she waves her hands vaguely in the air.
"Oh sure. Please" I say, while thinking "yes, yes. anything so I don't walk out of here looking like this."
And she continues to cut, looking less and less satisfied with each snip and lock that falls to the floor.
Thankfully she must have realized that we were getting dangerously close to "bald" and stopped.
On the plus side, I'm thinking that I would have made a not so bad looking boy.
On the down side....I really, really look like a boy.
~ Sigh
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