Today I went and got my hair cut. I first went to Swizzlesticks several years ago when my old hair place was going out of business for a variety of reasons. See Magazine had voted Swizzlesticks the best place in Edmonton, so that seemed like a good recommendation. The person I was assigned was Melissa, and I’ve been using her to do my hair ever since.
I trust her completely. I have realized I have no sense of style so I insist she do whatever she thinks is appropriate. Which explains why I’m growing my hair out longer. It’s been looking shaggy, but it seems a lot more under control now. She occasionally tries to get an opinion out of me, but it really doesn’t work. I don’t have to look at myself.
While she was doing her work she noticed that my eyebrows were not looking that great. She recommended I get them waxed.
I’m whipped. I seem to do whatever any pretty women, who pays an iota of attention to me, wants.
In case you’re wondering, the brows still look masculine. The uni-brow part of it is gone, and some of the stray hairs have been excised. Painful? Not especially. I was expecting worse.