It wasn't her idea it was his. She had always had beautiful hair and she knew it. It really was "her crowning glory" and she was definitely a little too conscious of how it enhanced her looks. And it was not only her hair that he loved. She was one of those women to whom it came naturally; large green eyes, pale "English Rose" skin and masses of silky straight blond hair in a long bob to her shoulders. When she smiled with those eyes from under that thick fringe, he always knew why he was with her. They were very happy together on the whole, but he was angry and he had had enough.
They were not rich and although they had a nice house and more than the basics of life, traveling long distances and spending five times the normal amount of money on haircuts with top designers was just too much. She had had her hair trimmed in local salons on several occasions and as far as he was concerned, she had looked wonderful, but as the years went on, he had slowly realised that it was almost irrelevent to her what he thought about her hair or how she looked. Compliments fell on deaf ears. It was all about how she felt about herself or what her friends thought that mattered. He knew that like with many other women in the world, it was not personally aimed at her man, it was just that she felt that his opinion was not as important as he would have liked.
Then, one morning in June, everything changed.
They woke at the usual time and completed their morning rituals before sitting down to breakfast and planning the day. They chatted and ate, talking about this and that and then, after about ten minutes, she said "I am off to London next Tuesday darling, I think I need a haircut."
On any normal day, he would have just smiled and accepted the slight tightening of the belt for a week or so. But today, mostly because he was just annoyed that his opinion did not count for much, he found himself saying something completely new and different.
"Do you know something Sweetheart, I have to say, I am a little bit irritated that you still think that going such long distances for a haircut, no matter how good a stylist he is, is possible at the moment. You are an incredibly beautiful woman, with amazing hair and this time.this time, you will have to go somewhere more local."
He could see as he spoke, the blood rushing to her face; a mixture of surprise and confusion, with more than a little anger.but he was not finished.
".and another thing. How come you never ask my opinion on what to do with your hair? I am the guy that gets to look at it most! Ask me what I think occasionally!. Anyway, I have a meeting to go to, I will see you later: but remember, darling, no London haircuts for a while."
She had been totally taken aback by this unusual outburst of anger. Normally he was calm and relaxed and it had completely knocked her off her stride, so for two days they talked as usual and behaved normally. Then, during Tuesdays lunch, they were talking about nothing very much when she decided to renew the conversation of the other day.
"You know how you said the other day that I couldn't get my haircut in London this time, well.I have been thinking." She had been planning this moment and was ready with several arguments in favour of a trip to London, explaining how she enjoyed the whole experience etc.but he cut her off in mid sentence.
"Yes.so have I" he said, "I don't know why I've never said anything before, but I am afraid I am going to have to now. We both know that we don't have the money for luxuries, so London is out. Secondly, I have no idea why this is important to me, but I would prefer it if you went to a female instead of a male hairdresser. Its always annoyed me but I never felt that it was for me to say anything. Until now of course. anyway, I can't stop darling, I have to get back to work.I am not trying to be mean, you know that, its just till we get the business off the ground...Look.make an appointment at that old fashioned hairdressers behind the market. You know I think that you look great, and you just need to get your fringe trimmed really.
He was going to s
top there.that's what he had meant to say."you just need to get your fringe trimmed really., but he found the experience too much and heard himself saying.
Also, while you are there, try something a little different; I have always wondered what you would look like with curls.you know, nothing permanent, but lots of curls for a bit of variety." And with that, he kissed her and said "see you tonight sweetheart."
It was as though he had slapped her across the face; the "blue rinse" hairdressers in the market?.he must be joking.and curls?
But the only thing that she could find to say was "ok darling" and he was gone.
In a way, as he drove down the motorway, he was a little disappointed. He had planned an alternative if she had complained too much. the local college taught hairdressing; not too a particularly high standard, but he had smiled many times at the idea of her at the college having her hair done. And imagine what her friends would have said. Anyway, he didn't really expect her to go to the local hairdressers anyway, but to a much more modern looking salon in the square.
So, on Saturday morning, as breakfast was finishing and he was about to leave, she quickly said,
"will you be back this afternoon, darling?"
"yes, about 4pm I should think.why?
"I am having my hair done at half past two, and I thought that perhaps we could have a "siesta" after my appointment? What do you think?. Only if you have time. you know. with the business and things.will you have time, darling?"
He was amazed at the change. A strong, independent and normally confident woman was showing a side to her he had not seen before, but he was in the mood to follow through with this economizing and was enjoying her new found uncertainty, so he simply said.
"I should think so baby, see you later"
He rushed through the things he had to do that morning and by 3.30pm was at home and in bed. He couldn't believe how excited he was and decided to try and read until she returned. But despite several attempts, found it impossible to concentrate.
And then he heard the front door.
As she put the key in the lock, her heart was pounding faster than she thought possible.she couldn't believe she was so excited. She entered the house and closed the door quickly behind her, moving across the room to the downstairs bathroom. She had been thinking about this moment all the way home on the bus and had found the experience so arousing that she had hardly been able to hide it from the other passengers.
so, quickly removing all her clothes down to her underwear, she checked herself in the mirror and, as quietly as possible, moved upstairs and stopped to listen at the door to their bedroom. She couldn't hear anything and there was no light under the door.maybe he wasn't there.unusual levels of doubt began to enter into her thoughts.maybe he was punishing her for not being more careful with money and had not come home yet.
She was very nervous as she slowly opened the door to their room, but could immediately see in the very faint light that from the shape of the bed covers he was there.and her heart raced again. She felt like a teenager. Shy, excited, happy and very awkward.
She took about 30 seconds to try and compose herself, but found that she couldn't wait any longer and opened the door wide, moving into the room.
No movement from the bed, but she didn't care anymore.her passion surged through her body and she moved to the bed, pulled back the covers and quickly lay down next to him, snuggling in behind his back..
She whispered."I did what you told me too darling." And reached to switch the bedroom light on. He stopped her with his hand and said softly,
"not yet, baby.I think I want to feel what its like first." and with a smile on his face that she couldn't see, he said
"its just I think I will start from down here."
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