A boy’s gotta look nice too

This going on leave busi­ness gave me back my life this week and I still don’t know what to do with it. By the time I fig­ure it out, it’ll be back to work.

Get­ting increas­ingly frus­trated and sad­dened by mat­ters of the heart and other parts, I did what any boy would want to do — I went and got a hair­cut. Actu­ally, what prompted the emer­gency hair­cut was the TODAY artist’s car­i­ca­ture. That upset me a lot this morn­ing. I couldn’t eat my break­fast after look­ing at it.

Cheryl the Chio Styl­ist was too busy to take any appoint­ments, so I set­tled for Jonathan the guy styl­ist. Cheryl did say hi and thank me for say­ing nice things about her (on this blog! she read!) though. Izorg the sham­poo boy / appren­tice didn’t seem as happy.

Jonathan ran a comb through my hair and said, ‘are you bald­ing or do you have a reced­ing hairline?’

So I showed him the TODAY car­i­ca­ture and said, ‘See this? Fix it’.

And he said, ‘OK, I’ll give you a fringe’.

Hav­ing a new, unfa­mil­iar styl­ist makes you make the oblig­a­tory small talk, and today, I offered, ‘yeah, my hair is con­firm very messy one, and stub­born, because it’s the curse of being a Hainanese man’.

Jonathan says, ‘You Hainanese? Me too? See?’, and he takes off the beanie he’s wear­ing to show me his unman­age­able hair and reced­ing hair­line. You know he’s earned his customer’s con­fi­dence by doing that, and he gets me a pretty decent upgrade on my hair­style, which I am now still wear­ing proudly before I sleep and flat­ten the parts that aren’t sup­posed to be flat. Hope­fully I’ll still look like Sonic the Hedge­hog tomor­row morn­ing. So stylo.

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