What used to be a weekly ritual has turned into an "every-two-month-or-so" annoyance. Haircuts.
The only reason I even get haircuts anymore is cuz I can't stand having to "deal with" my hair!! By the same token though, I'm a little past the military hair days. So often I'm just stuck in the middle when it comes to telling the barber what I want. I often just say, "Do whatever dude" with my piss poor Thai language ability and he usually whips up something neutral.
Today I cruised in and he asked and I told and he said a new word..."Soi mai" and I gave him a confused look. Soi? That sounds like "road" so I thought he was asking if I wanted a part in my hair. So I said "No" of course. "Short on the side and not so short on top." Now, after my haircut, I think "soi" means "trim" hahahaa. So he slapped a Number 1 guard on the razor and Vwwuuump. What can you do? He pretty much did exactly what I said haha. It'll grow back!! Here is a before and after.Recent comments:
Teacher friend: "You look like Ivan Drago."
Pae: "It's so damn ugly!"
Pae: "Your hair is gay, you have gay hair!"
And it's only been an hour since I returned from the barber! Hahahaha. I probably should have kept it long until right before our wedding, and then figured out what to do with it then! Again, it'll grow back ;)