first haircut in 4 months

After walking out of Super Cuts on Sunday, I schedule to see Mark today.

I met Mark last February through a Groupon.  He is immensely talented. And though I needn't like the person who cuts my hair, it is better when I do. And Mark is someone I immediately liked. He's in his 30's, from Russia originally, and just had the most gorgeous baby boy. Typically when I get my hair cut, I sit and read. But with Mark, I don't. He's interesting and ambitious and surprisingly, we have much to talk about.

My hair is always safe with Mark.  I need to say little as I trust his instincts. He will never cut too short, and he won't create layers that are less than six inches long. We are in perfect sync regarding my hair. 

When he's done, we start talking about another business Mark is developing. We end up speaking for about ten minutes. I provide some ideas he likes.

I go to pay and Mark has reduced my bill by 30%. How nice is that? A hairdresser I like. A hairdresser with talent. And a hairdresser with class.  A perfect combination.

I should know better than to ask my son a question about my hair. "I'm your son, not your boyfriend," is his usual response to these kind of inquiries.  But I don't learn.

"What do you think of my hair?" I ask. "It looks respectable," he tells me. I'll assume that means incredible.