10 Months have passed, yet I keep waiting/hoping
It has been 10 months since Karen promised to shave my head bald, and keep my head shaved for 90 days.
I keep asking myself, moth after month, weekend after weekend, "When is my sexy red headed barberette finally going to seduce me and shave my head bald?"
I want to watch her light up a long sexy cigarette as she shoves me down into a chair, and then holds the cigarette between her lips as she places a hair cape snugly around my neck. To feel her tug at my wet hair, and hear the sound of the scissors sawing through my long hair (schnick, schnick, snip). To watch her take a long drag on her cigarette as she drops the long wet hair into my lap, and grin deviously as she blows the smoke into my face.
once my hair has all been scissored down to just a few inches in length, she'll put her cigarette between her lips and quickly towel dry my hair in preparation for the clippers. Snapping the half inch plastic guard onto the hungry blades, and then clicking them to life to give me a crewcut. I so desperately want to feel the clippers running over my head as she blows smoke from her cigarette into my face just before she passionately kisses me and shoves her tongue into my mouth. To taste the smoke on her breath, and feel her lipstick transferring to my lips, as she prepares to mow another strip of hair from my head.
Am I a complete fool because I just keep patiently waiting. Hoping. Anticipating. Becoming more and more depressed each month when it becomes apparent that the love of my life has forgotten me yet again?
That's just it. Have I really been so completely forgotten? Or,.. Is it a matter of her just not caring at all and ignoring the white elephant sitting in the middle of the room (i.e.: the 7 plus inches of hair sitting on top of my head). It's not like I don't drop enough hints, or make it perfectly clear that I want and need for her to keep her promise to shave my head.
Was it all just some cruel, elaborate way just to get what she wanted at the time? Did she ever have any intention at all of keeping the promise she made that day? Do I really means so little to her that she doesn't even think about keeping her word? Does she really not care at all? In reality, I'm just some forgotten tool, sitting on the shelf until the next time SHE needs, or wants, something.
I keep asking myself, moth after month, weekend after weekend, "When is my sexy red headed barberette finally going to seduce me and shave my head bald?"
I want to watch her light up a long sexy cigarette as she shoves me down into a chair, and then holds the cigarette between her lips as she places a hair cape snugly around my neck. To feel her tug at my wet hair, and hear the sound of the scissors sawing through my long hair (schnick, schnick, snip). To watch her take a long drag on her cigarette as she drops the long wet hair into my lap, and grin deviously as she blows the smoke into my face.
once my hair has all been scissored down to just a few inches in length, she'll put her cigarette between her lips and quickly towel dry my hair in preparation for the clippers. Snapping the half inch plastic guard onto the hungry blades, and then clicking them to life to give me a crewcut. I so desperately want to feel the clippers running over my head as she blows smoke from her cigarette into my face just before she passionately kisses me and shoves her tongue into my mouth. To taste the smoke on her breath, and feel her lipstick transferring to my lips, as she prepares to mow another strip of hair from my head.
Am I a complete fool because I just keep patiently waiting. Hoping. Anticipating. Becoming more and more depressed each month when it becomes apparent that the love of my life has forgotten me yet again?
That's just it. Have I really been so completely forgotten? Or,.. Is it a matter of her just not caring at all and ignoring the white elephant sitting in the middle of the room (i.e.: the 7 plus inches of hair sitting on top of my head). It's not like I don't drop enough hints, or make it perfectly clear that I want and need for her to keep her promise to shave my head.
Was it all just some cruel, elaborate way just to get what she wanted at the time? Did she ever have any intention at all of keeping the promise she made that day? Do I really means so little to her that she doesn't even think about keeping her word? Does she really not care at all? In reality, I'm just some forgotten tool, sitting on the shelf until the next time SHE needs, or wants, something.