Hair Cut.

I like to get my hair cut, I like that it makes me look younger, sharper, clean cut. I like the pampered feeling of having it done. I go to a barbershop in the city. Sometimes there is a tall pleasant man, meditation-ish looking. I love the way he takes care of his customers. He is one of those people who gives me chills when he touches me. It's the gentle way he will turn my head, move it up or down by caressing my chin. Stroking my hair to make sure it's the right lengths, his soft gentle tone when he speaks to me, after a few minutes I almost feel like he is hypnotizing me. Tonight there was a new man working with the others. I thought he did a good job as well. He was very focused on his task and it makes me feel good when they give me one hundred percent of their attention.

 I think I like it because of the human touch as well. I miss not having someone to touch, cuddle or hug, I think people need that to stay healthy. Some of my friends have told me I should try getting a massage, that's different to me. I don't have a problem with someone getting a massage but it's not for me. I joke that I don't like a stranger in my space, I certainly don't want one to rub their hands all over me. I didn't even enjoy getting a massage from my boyfriend, I don't know what it is but I feel awkward and uncomfortable.

 Almost finished, then he trims everything up with a razor blade, the old fashioned kind, I don't like those, they creep out. He wipes me down and applies an after shave, it feels cool but burns a little, every single time I get the image in my head of Macaulay Culkin screaming into the mirror from the Home Alone movie. I get brushed off and I am on my way, I feel good.