"You did a great job! i love it! thank you so much" is pretty much the usual speech i get from my clients. Amazingly, i also got "you are so handsome and have great eye for details! only if you're not gay, i would have marry you right now!" as they hugged me and proceeds to the counter to pay.
i couldn't blame them. Is the unfortunate social stigma, and also maybe i put on too much hair gel and eyeliners but hey, when you mingle around with beauticians and make up artist, their skills creeps up on you.
i am a hairdresser, you see. I am a 24 year old guy, black hair brown eyes and i work as a hairdresser. I love my job, but i also love girls. And that is how i met her.
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Naturally, i got stuck mid story. it was supposed to be something about this girl, a regular customer the guy had for months and why she comes for a hair cut every three months. My prompt was,
"because bad memories are like split ends, they need to be cut off so longer hairs can hold more good memories." lol does that even makes any sense? but oh well. Not writing much, but its a start :)
Also i know previously the policy of this blog is that i am not supposed to publish any incomplete stories, but lets just count this as a drabble please. hee.
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