When you fall in love, there are certain expectations. Hand holding emerges, unusually placed smiles grow, and a lot of time is spent looking at the other, an invisible tractor beam linking eye to eye. Some of my friends have caught this disease called love. The side effects have left many a male friend in the middle of espirit, or the wrong section of AE outfitters. For some odd reason the guidance system on a regular pair of legs is debilitated. You will often find lovers bumping into one another in grocery stores or on wide sidewalks. I'm sure it's playful and intentional at first, but as they say, a little goes a long way towards an adulthood tripping your spouse.
Romance explains all, but haircuts.... ? Love leads you to trust another human more than others. She will not kill you, she will not steal from you, she general endures your cheese stench, and though she may make fun of your obesity, she in some miracle of the mind, loves you. As a result you may share credit cards, bank accounts, cooking secrets, and embarrassing body malfunctions. Why? because her love guarantees that you will not be ousted as the blight to society that you are.
Love may qualify you as a caretaker, compassion may qualify you as a investor, trust may permit you as secret holder, but what qualifies you to cut hair?
I assume it is especially dangerous because the Girl generally cares how the guy looks, and the guy more often than not has better motor skillls. Seems kind of backwards? Why should the one who has the greatest stake and least skill cut their hair?
My mom cut my hair. But i was 3 back then, and I grew hair like a chia pet feeding on rogaine. My haircut wasn't going to distract from my crooked teeth. Girls were the plague. Was there any GOOD reason to have a good haircut? And as i started to vacuum hair off the kitchen floor, if you had asked me if I was getting a 'good' haircut, I would have just shrugged.
Well hopefully your wonderful romantic trim doesn't result in the expression of the guy above.
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