In 1978 after living together for a couple of years I became engaged to my girlfriend Beth. Never a problem before our engagement, Beth insisted that I be clean-shaven prior to our wedding. We went back and forth over this issue for a couple of weeks. One Friday afternoon we compromised. If I shaved off my short beard Beth promised to let me keep my moustache. I promised no more beards. I shaved off my beard and suggested we go out for a fish fry. Beth changed into a nice dress, touched up her makeup and pulled back her hair in a ponytail. She looked great and I loved her. We had a great fish fry and shared a pitcher of Sangria at the Club 98. I must admit I drank most of it. We had another pitcher and listened to the live band that set up about an hour and a half after we had arrived. It was late when we got home and I went up to bed before Beth. She said that she would be up later. She was sitting on the couch and embroidering the pillow for the ring bearer. The combination of a long day, big meal and the wine put me right to sleep. While I was sleeping, Beth cut off my moustache with her small embroidery scissors. When I awoke up beside her the next morning and realized what she had done I went ballistic. In retrospect: I scared the hell out of her. I stormed out of our apartment in a rage. After driving around for a couple of hours I calmed down and drove over to my friend Steve’s house. I slept there on the couch for the next few days. Steve’s wife Sue and Beth were good friends from college. Sue was to be Beth’s Matron of Honour at our wedding. The whole time I was there Sue urged me to be the bigger person and call Beth. I refused and without my knowledge Sue telephoned Beth and invited her to come over. Fortunately Steve tipped me off about the phone call and I left before Beth arrived.

After leaving Steve’s house I went to my barbershop for a shave and a haircut. My barber Louie was an old time barber that still gave shaves with a straight razor. While I sat back in the chair with hot towels on my face as he stropped his razor, it hit me how I could test my relationship with Beth and get even at the same time. I telephoned Beth from the barbershop. Hearing my voice Beth began sobbing She told me that she loved me. She told me that she was sorry for what she had done and promised to do anything if I just came home. I was very cool and short with her. I told her that I would be home later. I also told her that this time I would hold her to her promise. After leaving the barber I walked across to the drug store to make a few purchases.

When we first met at college, Beth had the most beautiful auburn hair that I had ever seen. It was her hair that first attracted me to her. Her hair was long, thick and soft to the touch; and I touched it every chance I got. She wore it all one length and parted in the middle. When it was loose it flowed over her shoulders in shining auburn waves to her trim waist. Beth was very proud of her tresses and took very good care of her hair. There was one beautician that she swore by and would only go to for a haircut. Beth’s beautician had her stand – not sit – in the chair when she had her hair trimmed. Beth had no layers in her hair. It was cut blunt and straight across the bottom. I must admit that the beautician really knew her business and always did a perfect job.

When I arrived home, Beth was ecstatic to see me. She hugged me tight and showered me with her kisses. Beth was wearing a new tight black dress. She had put her hair up in a high bun on the top of her head. I loved to play with Beth’s long tresses. It was a turn on for the both of us. First, I would remove her hair from the confines of the bun dropping her long silky ponytail down her back. I would spend hours playing with her beautiful ponytail anticipating when I would remove the elastic band to let her hair flow loose and free.

This was our ritual to love making. Besides, Beth had a beautiful neck and cute ears. When she wore her hair up they were easy to get at. I smiled and taking Beth by her hand, we walked into our bedroom and I shut the door. I ordered Beth to get the chair by her dresser and place it facing the full-length mirror on the back of bedroom door. I helped her to sit in the chair. While kissing the back of her neck I explained my position to Beth and reminded her of the promise she made over the phone. I told her that I was going to trim her hair like she did my moustache. I reminded her of her promise and told her to be a good girl and sit still. I removed the hairpins from her bun and let her ponytail fall over the back of the chair. I removed two of my purchases from my rear pocket, a comb and a pair of German made Henkel barber scissors. Picking up her long ponytail, I placed the scissors at the base as if to cut it off. I cut through the elastic band instead letting her hair spill loose over her shoulders and down back of the chair. She looked so scared and her hair was so beautiful that I almost stopped then and there. Determined, I took a section of her hair in my hand and held it out in front for her to see. I slowly cut through that section of hair with the scissors. After that first snick of the scissors there was no turning back.

Taking my time, I slowly cut Beth’s hair savouring the sensation of the scissors chewing through her long locks. I made a show of placing the cut-off sections of her hair on her lap. When I had finished cutting, Beth’s once beautiful waist length hair was now cut just to her a couple of inches below her shoulders. I told Beth “not bad but I need to even things up a bit. I combed out her hair smoothing it down. I commented “how about bangs and maybe some short layers on the top? ” Taking up the scissors again and using the comb as a guide, I carefully cut her hair straight across, all one length until it now hung down to the bottom of her neck. I brushed the shorn hair from Beth’s neck and shoulders. I pulled her hair back into a cute but short ponytail and then letting her hair fall forward, I playfully ran my fingers through her shorn tresses, fluffing it around her face. I said” no more buns for you for a while”.

I pulled my final purchase from my front pocket, Wahl hair clippers with a one-inch butch attachment. I asked Beth” how about a nice pixie cut sweetheart?

Up until that point Beth had sat perfectly still, not saying a word and staring into the mirror. She tried to stand up but I gently pushed her back down by her shoulders. Beth was crying and begged me not to use the clippers. I never intended to use the electric clippers, just to scare her with them. I took Beth into my arms and told her” Beth I love you and will always love you”. We went to bed made up to each other as only lovers can do.

The next day I drove Beth to her beautician. While we were driving over in the car I told Beth” When we get there you be quiet, I will tell her how I want your hair styled. Remember your promise”. While we were waiting I looked through the hairstyle books pointing out this one or that to Beth. When it was Beth’s turn, I took her beautician to one side, slipped her a fifty, and quietly and instructed her to shape Beth’s hair into a blunt cut pageboy with short bangs. After Beth was shampooed, for this haircut she sat in the chair. When her haircut was completed Beth had a short sassy blunt pageboy that fell to her jaw line and her eyes were framed by sexy blunt bangs. When Beth first sat down in the chair she had no idea what style I had in mind. You could tell that she was relieved. I didn’t have her hair cut real short or layered and permed. The beautician recommended that Beth return every month to have her hair trimmed to keep her new bob looking neat, which we did. After we left the shop I kissed Beth and told her how hot I thought she looked. I took her to the Jewellers were I got her engagement ring and bought her large 18 kt. gold hoop earrings. I also bought her red lipstick and had her put it on.

After about a year Beth started dropping hints about how good she looked with long h
air and of all the ways that she would fix her hair for me. I missed her long hair and agreed to let her grow her hair long again. We now have been married for 25 years. Beth’s long mane is now as long and beautiful as it was before I cut it short and has never been cut short since. Beth always keeps her promises. To please me she styles her hair in braids, ponytails, buns, French twists etc…. I in turn have remained clean-shaven including the moustache. I still have the Wahl electric clippers and keep them in Beth’s underwear drawer,…….just as a reminder.