Hairdressers are a lot different now than when I was a kid. Back then it was a sweet old lady who was always very friendly and chatty while she cut my hair in her kitchen. She wasn't like girls my own age, who weren't friendly or chatty and only cared about their make up and nothing else. I loved her and I miss her very much.
Then something weird happened with hairdressers. Or maybe it was that way all along outside my hometown. I noticed them getting extremely glamorous like the girls I knew growing up. I was sad about this at first, like it was the end of an era. But then I noticed they retained the homeliness and chattiness of my childhood hairdresser. They were sweet old ladies in hot young ladies' bodies.
One such lady was cutting my hair. She was glam from head to toe. She had very long blonde hair, very long eyelashes, plump glossy lips, a massive bosom brushing off my face every time she did any leaning, cleavage that left nothing to the imagination, impeccable white teeth, tons of bracelets that rattled as she moved, crazy long nails that she could nearly have used as scissors, and the sweetest elderly lady temperament.
Seriously she could talk about anything. I only had to briefly mention something like the weather or the news and she would talk for ages about current events from every angle and what flowers were in season at that time of year. She had a level of glamour that would get a red blooded man's heart racing and give him jittery nerves, but she had the kind of personality that would put me at ease and relax, while enjoying her glamour at the same time.
My favourite part was when she stood in front of me at the end to make sure her expert work was done perfectly. I'd get a generous view of her vast cleavage and her intense spidery eyelashes studying me. She'd do a few light brushes, gently blow away the odd hair from my face, and smile before saying "very handsome!". Then she'd give me a kiss on the cheek to sign her work.
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