Faux-hawk? Or fauxhawk? It's kind of lame sounding, either way.
I got a faux-hawk today. I don't know if that word requires a dash (or whatever that is called), but I got one. Alice warned me not to get one, but I got one anyway. I almost didn't. When I sat at the chair, and the girl (who had to be about my age) asked me, "What do you want?" I shrugged.
"I don't know. Anything. Just do something."
She narrowed her eyes and began asking me technical questions that most people understand. I don't.
"Do you want it about a four?"
"I don't know what that means?"
"Do you like sideburns?"
"I guess? It depends, doesn't it?"
"I'm giving you a faux-hawk. It's like that picture. [points to a picture on the wall of a guy having way too much fun for sitting on a wall]. Is that ok?"
"Uh. Sure. Why the hell not?"
I found it a bit funny and giggled two minutes into the session. I had specifically listed this hair as something I was going to do, and Alice had said, "God, no!"
"What are you laughing at?" the hairstylist probed.
"Absolutely nothing," I replied, and straightened up.
She put some gel in my hair, and then finished it up with a substance that I forgot the name of. "It's like glue," she explained, which I guess was supposed to console me. I stood up and admired my new hair.
It's a bit too short for a true "faux-hawk" look, but if I wait a few weeks, it'll grow in; I guess I'll specifically ask for a faux-hawk next time. It also dawned on me that maybe I should buy that... stuff (what was it called? Sticker? something like that) for my hair, but I didn't, because I want to see if it stays the same tomorrow when I open at work (probably not, the answer).
So, I did something that most kids do: get a cool, trendy hairstyle. I feel like a pat on the back. I figure next I'll ruin it and dye it green or something, so I can conform to the non-conformists that work at Starbucks.
"I don't know. Anything. Just do something."
She narrowed her eyes and began asking me technical questions that most people understand. I don't.
"Do you want it about a four?"
"I don't know what that means?"
"Do you like sideburns?"
"I guess? It depends, doesn't it?"
"I'm giving you a faux-hawk. It's like that picture. [points to a picture on the wall of a guy having way too much fun for sitting on a wall]. Is that ok?"
"Uh. Sure. Why the hell not?"
I found it a bit funny and giggled two minutes into the session. I had specifically listed this hair as something I was going to do, and Alice had said, "God, no!"
"What are you laughing at?" the hairstylist probed.
"Absolutely nothing," I replied, and straightened up.
She put some gel in my hair, and then finished it up with a substance that I forgot the name of. "It's like glue," she explained, which I guess was supposed to console me. I stood up and admired my new hair.
It's a bit too short for a true "faux-hawk" look, but if I wait a few weeks, it'll grow in; I guess I'll specifically ask for a faux-hawk next time. It also dawned on me that maybe I should buy that... stuff (what was it called? Sticker? something like that) for my hair, but I didn't, because I want to see if it stays the same tomorrow when I open at work (probably not, the answer).
So, I did something that most kids do: get a cool, trendy hairstyle. I feel like a pat on the back. I figure next I'll ruin it and dye it green or something, so I can conform to the non-conformists that work at Starbucks.