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Why would she do that? Why didn?t I see the signs? I must have been blind. And now I have to suffer with the consequences. Well, I guess you are wondering what I am talking about. Well, let me tell you. It goes something like this.

My wife, who I love very much, knows I have a hair fetish and she lets me cut her hair for a price. Now I do not mind paying her to fulfill my fantasies and she allows me to do basically anything, except completely shave her head. And I don?t know if I would like to see her with a shaved head. But she has no problem when it comes to a high-and-tight, a crewcut, a flattop or even a bowl cut with a shaved nape and I even get to give her an occasional color job but recently I have found that she looks fantastic with a bleach job, almost platinum. I have even taken her to male barbershops and had her clipped in an old-fashioned environment. And to indulge my fantasy, she even allows me to video tape the haircutting. A few times I have had some flack from the barbers, not wanting me to video the process but generally, they have been okay with it. Once she even allowed me to take my new friend to the barbershop and let him watch as she got clipped.

Living in cottage country, it is not easy to find a local barbershop that will take her in and do what I ask for. We usually have to drive to the big city to get her clipped. I end up scouting out a prospective shop and if I find something I am happy with, I will go in in advance of my lovely wife. I usually carry a picture in my wallet and I show the barber the picture of what I want done, and if he says ?Yes, I can do that for you," then I go out and bring her in. But as I said, it usually ends up costing me, a fee and then a nice dinner.

I had not taken her for a haircut in quite awhile. She had said she wanted to let it grow out and I have been letting her do that but it has been getting kind of shaggy and I figured she was getting uncomfortable with it. I noticed that she had been stroking her nape a lot and rubbing the top of her head. I should have caught on but I did not. Why didn?t I see the signs? I had too many things on my mind. Fixing up the bathrooms in the B&B and other things, just too pre-occupied. I missed the signs. Don?t get me wrong! It is not as if I did not literally see the signs. I know I even stroked her nape a couple of times and I did tell her that it was getting somewhat unkept. But I don?t know why I did not pursue it.

But in my mind, I have been wanting to do it for quite awhile and I have been talking about it too but we both have been so busy with our lives that we just have not been able to make time. Of course, she too was busy with her thing. She manages the inn and our catering business but we also spend a lot of time at antique shows and we do some selling ourselves. So that has also been taking a lot of our time.

What is kind of funny about this is that many people in town have seen her now that her hair is somewhat longer and they have mentioned: ?Aren?t you the lady who is walking around town sporting those ultra-short hair styles? You know, I have never had the courage to tell you but I think you look fantastic with short hair. I see you are growing it out. I guess you are planning a trip to the barber soon??

Well, I should have seen the biggest sign of them all and I am mad at myself that I did not catch on. She had been upstairs in the attic cleaning and somewhere in the back, she found an old box. She took it out to find out what was inside. I guess she was going to throw it out but just to be sure, she decided to check the contents of the box. What she found inside, I did not even know she had anymore. She came downstairs with the box and she took it to our bedroom. She opened the box and set it at the foot of the bed. She took out a wig stand and placed it on the end of her dresser. She turned back to the box and put both hands inside to withdraw her old brown wig. One that she used to wear before the time that she became comfortable with wearing her hair short in town.

It used to be that when I would cut her hair, she would be so self-conscious of her appearance that she would wear her wig, especially if she was going into the office, but at home, she has always kept her head uncovered. Of course, working at the office, she could not see herself with such short hair, so the wig was okay. But once she decided that we should go into business for ourselves, well, things really changed for the better. Over the years, she has become a lot more confident and now that she sees more women sporting ultra-short cuts, she is no longer afraid to hide her beauty. It has even been that people have approached her to ask for the address of her barber, to which she comments that her husband cuts it for her. And the confidence does show even when she is behind the desk at the bed and breakfast. She has no qualm about her short hair.

Well, she kept her wig on the corner of her dresser for more then a week. I caught her a few times combing it out and trying it on. But I never bothered to ask what was going through her mind. I wish I did! She still looked good in the wig, like a new woman. But she did not even say anything when I asked her why she had brought it out. ?I haven?t seen it in some time and I was just recalling memories,? is what she would tell me. For the 10 days that the wig sat on her dresser, I was being kept very busy. I had very little time to myself. When the weekend finally arrived and I had some time to relax and do some things by myself, I announced to her that I was going to drive into the ?big city? to visit my son.

You will be okay here?? I asked her as I looked at the bookings for the tea room and the inn. ?We only have 6 guests scheduled and only two parties to cater. But we basically have everything done, don?t we??

?Yes, everything is put away in storage,? she said. ?Have a good visit.?

With that I got into the car and drove off. She did not tell me what she planned to do but I guess she must have made the appointment some time while I was packing things up in my carrying bag. When I got home late Sunday evening, she surprised me with a very bad haircut.

?What happened?? I asked as I looked at her. Her hair had been badly butchered and hacked all over. Absolutely void of any style and professionalism.

?You don?t like it? I asked the stylist to give me a feathered cut. He said this is the newest style,? she said as she ran her fingers over her crown.

?If you wanted your hair cut, why didn?t you say anything? I have been wanting to do it for so long now but I knew you wanted to grow it out. I don?t like this. It does not suit you, at all,? I said. ?Come on. We have to fix this.?

?Did I not give you enough clues to show you that I was ready for a cut? Wasn?t the wig enough to get you to catch on? I was tempting you, trying to get the message to you,? she said. So that was what she was doing. She knew the wig was in the attic. She knew she had a list of things for me to do to keep me busy but she was testing me to see how observant I was. I received a failing grade, this time. Up to then, I was always passing. Sometimes, I caught on even before she did.

?But you kept me so busy with things you wanted and needed done. I did not have time to catch the ball,? I said.

?Well, I could not wait for you to return. I was getting tired of the length. I went to the barber shop but he was booked solid. I could not get in. So I ended up calling Yvonne at the salon but she was away. So I ended up in the hands of Manuel,? she said. ?And I am not ready to have it cut again. So maybe next time you will catch on faster.?

?Well, I don?t want you to go there anymore. He must have been on drugs,? I said. I walked back to the bedroom, threw my carrying bag on the bed and walked out shaking my head. I missed out. I missed out badly and now I was going to have to wait to get my hands on her hair again. But I am going to be keeping a better and closer eye on her. I am not going to allow that crazy stylist to get his hands on my lady anymore. If anyone is going to style her, it is going to be me. The next cut is going to make up for this butcher job. I am going to take her on a wild journey, one she will never forget.

Author: hairman001 Copyright protected ? 2003Copyright legal and registered .

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