My hair is very straight and flat, so I go to a little old Japanese man to get my hair done. He knows how to make it look nice, with more volume and movement, and he's also hilarious. The last time I got my hair cut was just before I was going to London for a trip. When my hairdresser found out, he said, "Oh, I'll give you an extra-nice hair style for when you flirt with all the British boys!"
This time, we were talking about the unusually warm summer here. I mentioned that it hasn't been too much of a problem for me, as I enjoy the hot weather. My hairdresser immediately advised me to insist to my (imaginary) boyfriend that he have a home in Hawai'i. He said, "It should be in your contract. If your boyfriend doesn't have a home in Hawai'i, you cannot date him. Make him sign that."
I love my hairdresser. I told him to never change.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
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