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No pics, but holy crap, experience.
I went in the hair place at the mall, Master Cuts, and the one guy who works there was in at the time. I didn't request anyone, so it was pretty much a get-whoever thing. Lucky me got him. 
If you saw him the assumption would be gay, but he definitely wasn't that flamboyant-annoying type. Really nice, really funny. Valentine's day provided a nice segue into conversation and bam, I'm basically spilling my life story. hahaha. He said, "Ohhh, sorry. When people your age come in I kinda assume you're all straight." 
Anyway, so hair-wise I sit down and say clipper guide numbers. He just looks at me and says, "Do you realize how much hair you have? I just don't know if I actually CAN cut it off." I just laughed and let him do whatever. Long story short, I love it.
He was pretty supportive. Talked about how much it sucks to be gay with parents who don't like it. How much it sucks to be single on V-day. (How much it sucks to get a text from a ex saying "Happy Singles-Your-Life-Sucks day" on V-day.) Etc. He gave me his cell number if I needed to talk, since he knows how very very few gay adult guys there are in the area.
He ain't too bad lookin', either. (I mean, I HAD to think that, right?)end. | | |
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