Tuesday, June 02, 2009
So last week, or the week before, I looked into the mirror and realized I needed a hair cut. Sadly a hair cut was not in the budget. But I knew the scissors were at hand. In fact, in the drawer to the left. It was just too easy. I then made the fatal error. I self-cut.
Now realize, this is a serious situation in any case, but as a GAY MAN this was a major error. I am lucky that Cher didn’t swoop down out of the sky and beat me herself. But I was desperate! I had to look my best and a hair cut was NOT an option. So I picked up the scissors and got busy. Truth be told I was actually cuter than I had been for about 48 hours. It went downhill from there. Fast. In 4 days I looked bad. Haggard. Just bad. I see why self-styling is so risky.
So today I went in to my usual gal. We said hello, and she asked if I wanted anything different. I spilled the beans: “before we start, I have a confession.” “I know”, she replied with a smile. “You cut it yourself.”
OMG. She could tell by looking. It was embarrassing. I had made the fatal error. My gay card was at risk…
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