“I don't need a haircut dammit.” I tell Andrea. She just shakes her head and ignore my whining. I like the full heavy weight of my hair. I must admit it can be hard to tame at times. But I get bye. I have always had it long to my waist as far back as I can remember.
“I am not saying you should snip all this gorgeous hair off. You know I love your hair. It is so long and shinny. Like a barbie dolls hair. But you have had it this way for years… don’t you want to try out a different look babe? Just trim it a bit or get bangs or something… how does that sound?” she asks.
She is sounding so reasonable. I preferred the other annoyed and adamant Andrea.
“arrgghhh. Okay. let’s go inside. Before they think we are weirdos or worse stoners in their parking lot.” I say dramatically with wide eyes
