Theres a song I heard on the radio once and it was called something like Scared of girls. Well, thats about me but the difference is that Im not scared of *all* girls. No, some girls are lovely, I mean most girls are very attractive to me. But theres a certain group of girls that I run away from right the moment I hear what kind of thing they do in their life. I cant stand girls that do a hairdresser job.
Im not sure when this fear came from. My mom says I hated to do haircut when I was a child. I took this hatred through my whole life till now. Even being a 38-year old doesnt help. I have a gay friend that does my haircut every month, and pay really big money for that because I cant see when girls do that really.
The funniest thing about it all is that Im 38 and Im almost bald now. I mean I have no hair. Stress, you know. Especially when you have to run away from the hairdressers that chase you for your whole life. I think Im sort of lucky that my wife isnt a hairdresser.
My grandma once told me that if I didnt like hairdressers that much I would definitely fall in love with one sooner or later and will have to marry her. So Ive been running not only from the girls of this profession, I also tried to escape from my destiny that was put on my by my grandma.
Im lucky that I managed to do that. But I have a bunch of funny stories to feed my friends over beer now and then.
Once my friends convinced me to go to that place with forbidden name to see there was nothing special about that and the hairdressers are exactly the same people like everybody else. There was one very cute there and they got her number for me. Well, she was cute enough for me to be attracted to her. But you know what? Its like a nightmare, after a couple of dates I got to know that she takes scissors everywhere she goes!! Isnt it a sign?
Another one was talking about her clients all the time. I couldnt stop her! And she was talking about the difference in mens and womens hair while we were having dinner! I felt like vomiting that night. That was our first and last date, trust me.
Have you noticed that hairdressers always wear make up and almost always color their hair? I hate it, I love women with nice natural color like my wife has. All the hairdressers that I met had something incredible on their heads. Fake blonds, red-heads, purple-heads, yellow-heads, pink-heads and (my favorite!) green-heads!! I cant understand how they manage to keep it from falling apart.
Maybe its sort of punishment for me that Im bald-head now. Yeah, its just sort of a thing that everybody has but not all admit they do. I admit though..
Felix, 38
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