It was the transitional point in a new relationship. We were casual but affectionate. Loving but playing it cool. Inseparable but with unspoken permission to do our own thang.
So when my brand new love interest told me he needed a haircut, I decided there was no better time to leap in and take advantage of a salacious moment.
What man wouldn’t want their tired scalp gently massaged? Having long, strong fingers slowly running through sun bleached blond locks.
He was going to be floored by my hairdressing skills.
Only problem was, I didn’t have any.
Pulling out an old magazine with an article, “5 Easy Tips to Cutting Your Boyfriends’ Hair” I had found my perfect subject for experimentation.
With step by step clearly printed photos of the back of some poor anonymous man’s head, how hard could it be?
“You know, I’ve never done this before”
Always important to be completely 100% truthful to your new boyfriend.
“That’s okay. I’m sure you’ll do great,” he politely smiled.
And with that consent and a pair of half blunt paper scissors, I began to snip away.
Grabbing tuffs of hair between my fingers, I was convinced “Toni and Guy” was the next career move.
It didn’t take long to realize though, the sides were uneven.
Then, the nape of his neck had large chunks of hair missing.
The top half resembled a pineapple.
When there was no hair left to mutilate, I knew I was in big trouble.
“So what do you think?” quickly flashing a mirror at his back and sides, giving him no time to properly survey the disastrous hack job.
“Um, yeah. Looks great”
Surprisingly, he didn’t dump me. Instead, he gave me the chance to test the waters even further.
I had asked him to be my Plus One at a friend’s wedding. As everyone knows such status is a serious step for any newly courting couple.
Make or break time.
But gladly accept my invitation he did, despite having developed a stye under his left eye. His wonky haircut became its perfect accessory.
Funnily, it was a brilliant day. Full of romance, dancing and laughter.
I finally admitted to ruining his hair.
Unbeknownst to me, colleagues and flatmates had relentlessly teased him about his new quirky look.
I may not have yet said that I loved him.
But that moment, I certainly knew he was a keeper.
Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.
I will never cut your hair again. I solemnly promise to always leave it to the experts.
Joining Zanni at Heart Mama for the Lover of the Year linky.