It’s been so long since I’ve had someone’s hand graze the back of my neck that I’d almost forgotten it’s one my most sensitive erogenous zones.
So praise be to lined bras, ‘cause my haircut/color could’ve just gotten hella awkward.
Without thinking, I just said “thank you” to a coworker who’d commented: “Wow, your hair’s getting really long.”
Erm…not a compliment. She didn’t say it looked GOOD, just that there’s a lot of it. She could’ve meant, like, “Ooh, girl, you got a li’l Kitaen about you. You should tend to that shit.”
Oh, like you DON’T get your hair done so you look nice at your friend’s sex toy workshop later.
Oh.
You don’t?
Well, shit.
Look, I have to get washed and blown SOMEHOW, people.
Self Improvement Phase 1: Haircut, hair color, mani-pedi, sundress. DONE. Holy shit, I KNEW there was a real woman here somewhere! I am exhausted. But pretty. *preen*
Phase 2: New dwelling. Check!
Phase 3: PROFIT! Wait, no… That’s not it… Phase 3: Vacation! See y’all soon! ❤
The Go-Go's – Vacation from Dan Hunter on Vimeo.
I don’t know how men manage to get haircuts without getting visibly aroused. I got mine cut today, and noticed I get minor ladywood when someone — man or woman — repeatedly runs their hands through my hair or tugs it a bit. It all feels really lovely in the biblical sense.
Men must be walking around the Hair Cuttery at half-staff.
Holy shit… Is THAT why they make those haircut capes so long?! Well played, styling industry. Well played.
Smug Singleton 