Went out to get my hair cut this morning. At the usual hair salon. I don't ask for a particular hairdresser. But somehow it's always the young girl with long dark hair who cuts my hair. She kind of reminds me of Michelle Ryan and Chrissie Hynds...
This was the third time she cut my hair. The first time I had to go back because she made a mistake. The second time, I pointed out the same mistake before finishing the cut. And this time, it was fine, even though I snipped 2mm on my left front edge.
Why do I go back to the salon and why do I still let her cut my hair? Because Apart from the mistake she tends to make (Always the 5mm wide of my front left hair, just in front of my ear, ends up a few millimeters longer than it should be. Not a big mistake.) , she does my hair very nicely. I just tell her "I'd like to have short layers and this length (pointing my neck or shoulder)." Then, she gets on with the job without me suggesting anything else. I always get nice compliments from my neighbours and shop assistants on the way home. And also, I enjoy conversation with her. She is not particularly chatty but we can chat on and off without feeling awkward. She is just an ordinary young girl of this town, not arrogant, not shy. I enjoy her company, actually, which I think counts a lot.
Now my hair is just touching the bottom of the neck. The shortest since I came to this country, I think. Hope the Hungarians still think I look gorgeous. (Joking, joking.)
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