Anyway, I went in with a picture of this funky haircut that I absolutely LOVED. The ends were all choppy and the do a bit manga-esque. I came out with the same haircut I got while in college! I don't get it. The picture I took in at that time was completely different (and was different from the haircut they gave me then as well). I swear to god, no matter what picture I show them, I end up with the same two haircuts - "The Long One", and "The Short One". I thought it might be the language barrier, so I make sure to use visual aids now. Nope. It has nothing to do with language. My hair only can be cut two ways.
Luckily for me, I quite like the haircut (plus, I'm used to it). Alex's mother, however, apparently does not. She didn't say she didn't like it. She didn't have to. She didn't say ANYTHING. Not one word. Now, this is a dead give-away that you don't like something - when a friend does something drastic and you pretend you don't even notice it. C'mon! At least make a comment like, "Couldn't take the heat, eh?" or "Wow, you cut a lot off!" something! Acknowledge it, for god's sake. Its funny - people's futile attempts to be polite.So, now I've got a short haircut. Next step: backyard with wading pool and freshly squeezed lemonade. Hey, one can dream, right?
P.S. If you don't like my haircut, you don't have to say anything just to "acknowledge it". I'm onto you. ;-)
