touch me, I'm sick
I'm tired of old men cutting my hair. So I went to a new place, yesterday. A pretty lady. Of course, it's a new person cutting my hair, so I was kind of tense. But I very much enjoyed her attention, enjoyed her touching my hair. We made some small talk while she worked on me. But I wish I had been more animated. It was in the morning, and I had not had my first cup of hot, black re-animation fluid. She did a good job. I tipped her well, I think. She seemed surprised. I look forward to visiting her again. I usually get a haircut every six to eight weeks. But maybe I'll go again in four weeks.