After lunch, I decided to get a hair cut. The growth sitting on my head was getting just a tad out of control. You look at my head and it screams "What the hell is that?". I trammed it to Wan Chai with good intentions of visiting the people who cut my hair before Chinese New Year but I never quite made it only because I was lazy. Also, when it comes to hair cutters I'm incredibly disloyal. The number of times I've walked in off the street and announced that I was a new customer. Too many to count.
My hair was washed and the hair stylist who calls himself Hayley asked what I wanted done. Just a trim in the back that's all. Then he inquired - Really! Only a trim?
Have you thought about re-curling your curls? I saw you come in and your hair is a mess!
When did you last curl it?
Did the people know what they were doing?
Why those bits sticking out?
Then he offered me a step by step procedure as to how he can fix it to make it look "more messy". Why messy? Because he said I looked like a genteel person and I needed to have messy hair to balance the graceful vibes I was sending out to the masses.
OKAY! Do it. How long will it take? I wasn't going to sit there if it was going to take more than two hours. An hour and a half he promised and he was going to do the curling himself.
After an hour and a half, my hair looked the same as before but messier. It is possible to perm your fringe straight. Did you know that? So we were chatting away and then the age question came up because he asked if I wanted to colour my hair and I said I would if I found a grey hair on my head. He said, "Choi! Dai gut lai see!" (meaning Are you nuts? How can you even wish that upon yourself?)
He guessed I was a couple years older than his quarter of a century milestone. I told him my age. NO! Really? How? And then it came - "Have you thought about running?"
As soon as I made this suggestion I wanted to take it back. Who am I trying to kid? Fragility thy name are male Hong Kong hair stylists. They don't run. In fact, I'm pretty certain that they don't even stride in big steps even if it were an emergency involving their mother for fear of getting hair out of place.
I've been given instructions not to wash my hair for at least a day. I don't know. A member of the Jackson 5 will be arriving at school tomorrow and it ain't gonna be Tito.
Running - Day 8
I can't believe this guy was checking me out when I was dying of thirst and sweat was flying in all directions. Nah, he wasn't cute. He was there the entire time I was there and was 'lifting' weights in the next section. As soon as I hopped off the treadmill, he left. How obvious! This is the very reason why I prefer to run outdoors and not indoors where there are no cute guys!
6.3kms today.
My hair was washed and the hair stylist who calls himself Hayley asked what I wanted done. Just a trim in the back that's all. Then he inquired - Really! Only a trim?
Have you thought about re-curling your curls? I saw you come in and your hair is a mess!
When did you last curl it?
Did the people know what they were doing?
Why those bits sticking out?
Then he offered me a step by step procedure as to how he can fix it to make it look "more messy". Why messy? Because he said I looked like a genteel person and I needed to have messy hair to balance the graceful vibes I was sending out to the masses.
OKAY! Do it. How long will it take? I wasn't going to sit there if it was going to take more than two hours. An hour and a half he promised and he was going to do the curling himself.
After an hour and a half, my hair looked the same as before but messier. It is possible to perm your fringe straight. Did you know that? So we were chatting away and then the age question came up because he asked if I wanted to colour my hair and I said I would if I found a grey hair on my head. He said, "Choi! Dai gut lai see!" (meaning Are you nuts? How can you even wish that upon yourself?)
He guessed I was a couple years older than his quarter of a century milestone. I told him my age. NO! Really? How? And then it came - "Have you thought about running?"
As soon as I made this suggestion I wanted to take it back. Who am I trying to kid? Fragility thy name are male Hong Kong hair stylists. They don't run. In fact, I'm pretty certain that they don't even stride in big steps even if it were an emergency involving their mother for fear of getting hair out of place.
I've been given instructions not to wash my hair for at least a day. I don't know. A member of the Jackson 5 will be arriving at school tomorrow and it ain't gonna be Tito.
Running - Day 8
I can't believe this guy was checking me out when I was dying of thirst and sweat was flying in all directions. Nah, he wasn't cute. He was there the entire time I was there and was 'lifting' weights in the next section. As soon as I hopped off the treadmill, he left. How obvious! This is the very reason why I prefer to run outdoors and not indoors where there are no cute guys!
6.3kms today.
8 comments:
no nerds go to gyms
I don't consider myself to be a nerd. A clown or a scarecrow maybe, but definitely not a nerd.
I'm a nerd, and I go to the gym.
i wasn't talking about you, I was talking about cute guys!
Jadd just said he goes to the gym! So there!
Argh, burned. And properly.
gives a photo of this new mess!
I send it to you on facebook. I'm not ready to show the new mess to the entire world just yet.
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