My hair has never been on the cutting edge of style. I had the side part for years, then one time I found some mega gel in my sister’s room and tried to style it. I put so much in, it began flaking like dandruff when it dried as soon as I got to homeroom. I then did the free haircut, which meant I had a high and tight for a decade. I let it grow and found out it was curly, which means I haven’t combed my hair since. Sweet.
I got my hair cut yesterday. It was great – hot neck shave, no one in line, the conversation stuck to football so I didn’t have to delve into personal matters with a stranger…until it was over and he began to comb my hair up and back like I was one of the Jersey Boys. I immediately rubbed it normal in the car. The last barber I went cut my bangs uneven and dropped an n-bomb for no reason. I don’t even remember how he styled it. Hearing a random racial slur will do that. I’ll stick with the recent barber. The worst style though, is when the “stylist” decides to blow dry the front in a teased ball like I’m a 55 year old lesbian.
I have some advice. I came in looking like a guy who hasn’t put product or comb to his hair since 1999. Let me leave the same way, Vidal Sassoon.