No peeking, you naughty boy!
I had a great lunch with Alan. We went to Yates to start off with, then went onto Squares for lunch. It was about 1 o'clock when we ordered our food but they were having problems in the kitchen so it didn't actually come till going on for 2. It wasn't too bad, we were having fun eyeing up all the cute blokes that kept coming past our table to go to the gents. We got even more gay later on, when Alan decided to hit the cocktail menu. When he came back from the bar with our cocktails, he said I'd be proud of him. Apparently, the girl behind the bar had said of my drink, "You do realise this hasn't got any alcohol in it?" to which Alan replied, "It's okay, he's driving." He said the girl glanced over at me and gave him a bit of a funny look, but whatever, Alan had remembered to use the right pronoun and that's what matters. He said to me later on that he totally saw me as a gay man now which was really good to hear.
I went off to get my haircut after that. The girl that cut it was called Stacey and I said to her that I really just wanted it trimming. She suggested looking in some books for a new style so I said okay. She brought some over and I had a quick flick through the first one, but it was just girls. I said that it didn't have any men's styles in and she didn't bat an eyelid. She went off to get a different book but when she came back she said that there was a poster upstairs of a style that she thought would be good so she took me off to see. It was sort of spikey but the model had dark hair with some highlighted patches and Stacey said that it would look good if I had the cut and the lighter bits too. I asked how much it was and the price was pretty good for a cut and colour so I said okay. She practically squealed and said she was so excited because it was going to look so good.
While she was cutting my hair, she was saying that she wished her boyfriend would have a restyle but he just wanted the same short back and sides all the time. It amused me greatly. She asked if I'd ever had clippers used on my hair which I have so she did the sides all the way down the back, making them much shorter than the rest in a sort of pseudo-mohican thing which is fashionable right now. Then we had fun picking a colour. She seemed to have got the impression that I was the sort of young bloke who'd never done anything particularly funky with his hair so she was trying to persuade me to go quite blond which I was happy to do. Then once she's put the colour stuff on, she asks if I want magazines and I say okay. This junior comes over and apologises because they haven't got any blokes magazines and hands me a copy of Now and OK!. Yarg.
Stacey comes back after about ten minutes or so to see how the colour was doing. The ones she put on at the back were done so she took those off and then said "I'm not going to show you!" So I said "Oh, go on!" and she said "No! And you're not allowed to peek either!" Then when she took me over to wash it off, she told me not to look in the mirror opposite because I wasn't allowed to see! If I'd not known better, I could have sworn she was maybe flirting with me a bit. She was so proud of herself when it was all done, it was quite nice and it does look good, I have to admit. It'll be interesting to see how well I pass with it like this.
I went off to get my haircut after that. The girl that cut it was called Stacey and I said to her that I really just wanted it trimming. She suggested looking in some books for a new style so I said okay. She brought some over and I had a quick flick through the first one, but it was just girls. I said that it didn't have any men's styles in and she didn't bat an eyelid. She went off to get a different book but when she came back she said that there was a poster upstairs of a style that she thought would be good so she took me off to see. It was sort of spikey but the model had dark hair with some highlighted patches and Stacey said that it would look good if I had the cut and the lighter bits too. I asked how much it was and the price was pretty good for a cut and colour so I said okay. She practically squealed and said she was so excited because it was going to look so good.
While she was cutting my hair, she was saying that she wished her boyfriend would have a restyle but he just wanted the same short back and sides all the time. It amused me greatly. She asked if I'd ever had clippers used on my hair which I have so she did the sides all the way down the back, making them much shorter than the rest in a sort of pseudo-mohican thing which is fashionable right now. Then we had fun picking a colour. She seemed to have got the impression that I was the sort of young bloke who'd never done anything particularly funky with his hair so she was trying to persuade me to go quite blond which I was happy to do. Then once she's put the colour stuff on, she asks if I want magazines and I say okay. This junior comes over and apologises because they haven't got any blokes magazines and hands me a copy of Now and OK!. Yarg.
Stacey comes back after about ten minutes or so to see how the colour was doing. The ones she put on at the back were done so she took those off and then said "I'm not going to show you!" So I said "Oh, go on!" and she said "No! And you're not allowed to peek either!" Then when she took me over to wash it off, she told me not to look in the mirror opposite because I wasn't allowed to see! If I'd not known better, I could have sworn she was maybe flirting with me a bit. She was so proud of herself when it was all done, it was quite nice and it does look good, I have to admit. It'll be interesting to see how well I pass with it like this.