Saturday, 23 July 2016

Lawrence Heights , crossroads,,elyzabeth

This happened in Toronto when I was in High School, back in 1986. My best friend Tracy and I were sitting around in the courtyard at our housing block after school, smoking Cigarettes. It was early spring and a sunny afternoon and we were bored. We saw my neighbour Nathan walking home so we started in on him.
“Hey Nathan” we called out to him and he ignored us.
“Come over here.” Tracy called out and Nathan paused in his tracks.
We knew Nathan from school as he is in our same grade. I have last period English class with him.
“What do you want?” Nathan asked as he walked over suspicious of us.
“Is your mom home yet?” Tracy asked.
“No, why?” he said.
“We want to come over.” I said with an evil smile followed by a drag of my cigarette.
“Why?” he asked.
“We want to play.” Tracy said in a cheeky tone. You could tell Nathan was really nervous, but he nodded and we followed him back to his apartment.
Nathan is a quiet kid, he studies a lot more than other kids in the neighbourhood and does well in school. He is not as social and mostly keeps to himself. Tracy and I talked about doing this for a while now, kind of as a joke I guess and figured Nathan would be quit about what we wanted to do. We got back to his apartment and his little brother was home watching TV.
“Go outside and play.” Nathan told him and he protested a bit but grabbed his jacket and went out.
“So what do you guys want to do?” he asked and Tracy and I looked at each other with huge smiles on our faces.
“Nathan.” Tracy said and paused. “We both are going to give you head.” She said straight to the point. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
“Go to the bathroom and wash yourself off and get into some clean underwear and meet us back in your bedroom.” I told him.
He got up and ran off to his room and we could hear him rummaging through it. I’ve been over before and knew he shared his room with his little brother as it is a small 2 bedroom apartment they lived in with their mom. We heard him run off into the bathroom and heard the water running and we looked at each other laughing.
“Ready.” Tracy asked me.
“Yep.” I said, and we both got up and made our way to his bedroom and sat down on his bed.
We heard the water stop and the bathroom door open and watched to the bedroom door for Nathan. He came around the corner wearing a white t-shirt and blue boxer shorts. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car, you could tell he was really nervous.
“Come lie down on the bed.” Tracy said. “But keep your feet on the floor in front.”
Nathan came over and sat on the bed between us, and laid back.
“Put a pillow over your head and no peeking.” I told him and he reached back for a pillow covering his face. Tracy and I looked at each other almost laughing in hysterics. We talked about doing this and I couldn’t believe we were actually going through with it.
We moved in closer and I took the lead and slid his boxers down. We took a close look for the first time. I had seen one a couple of times before but only at a glance really so this was the first time for me to ‘play around’ so to speak.
Tracy was the first to touch it and kind of held it in her fingers holding it up. I wouldn’t really describe it as being hard yet. So I reached to grab it and squeezed it in my hand for a moment and Nathan let out a moan…..
I dropped it immediately and started laughing, Tracy started laughing too and we fell to the floor laughing for a moment and tried to calm down….
“OK.” Tracy said. “ I’ll go first.” And she got up and sat back on the bed. I watched her slide onto the bed and pull her long brown hair back out-of-the-way as she moved in.
I looked over to watch and she was sitting over him and looking at it. She picked it up and held it, and went in and put her mouth around it. My jaw dropped watching. How did she know what to do? was all I could think. We pretended to do this before like with a popsicle, but this time it was for real.
I watched her as her head went up and down and she slowed down a bit running her lips over the end of it, and I could see him trembling.
“OK now your turn.” She said as she stopped, putting her head up flicking her hair back over her shoulders and slid off the bed and onto the floor next to me.
I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. I was so nervous I had butterflies in my stomach. I picked it up and it was a lot harder now then it was a moment ago. I moved in and put my lips around it not really knowing what I was doing. I moved my head up and down sliding my lips over it but pressed my tongue down on the bottom of my mouth to avoid making contact with it. My long blond hair was falling forward around me onto Nathans chest, and made a kind of curtain around my face blocking the view from Tracy seeing anything, which made me feel more comfortable. I just went through the motions of it for about half a minute just so I could say that I did this but didn’t really get into it.
After about 30 seconds I stopped and let it down softly and looked over to Tracy with a smile as I flicked my hair back. She was laughing and we both got up.
“Don’t you dare tell anyone about this.” I said as we left his room.
We ran out of the apartment to the park and jumped on the swings laughing.
“Oh my god, did you see how it grew?” I said.
“I guess it is true what they say about a hard-on.” Tracy said.
We were both so excited and we sat in the swings for the next hour talking about what we just did. This was a first for us.
The next day we went to school and tried to act normal, like nothing happened. We weren’t going to tell anyone about what happened and just keep it to ourselves. It didn’t take long though as around 11am, a girl named Samantha came running up to me in the hall….
“Is it true that you and Tracy had sex with Nathan last night?” she asked.
“What! Where did you hear that?“ I said.
“Bobby told me.” She said looking for an answer.
‘Shit’ I thought to myself. Bobby is Nathan’s cousin. He told Bobby already?
“What you hear?” I asked.
“Bobby said that you and Tracy took turns having sex with Nathan at his house after school.” She said.
“That’s bullshit.” I said. “Nothing happened, I don’t know where this shit is coming from.” I said and walked away. I had to go find Tracy. A rumour had started and it was already way over exaggerated.
I walked quickly and found Tracy at her locker.
“Nathan told Bobby.” I said to her.
“I know.” She said. “I heard.”
“Samantha was asking me about it.” I said. “I told her nothing happened.”
“Good,” Tracy said. “Keep telling people that, we’ll get even with Nathan later.”
I had English class that afternoon and Nathan was in my class. I was so angry that when I got to class I gave him the dirtiest look. One of the other kids saw me doing this and blurted out “Lovers Quarrel???” And others in the class started laughing.
FUUUUUCK I wanted to yell out. I sat down quickly at my chair so embarrassed…..I wanted to wring Nathan’s little neck for this.
“Calm Down people,” Mrs Thompson said as she entered the class to quiet everyone down and start the lesson. At least I get a reprieve for the moment.
After school I hooked up with Tracy as usual and we got on the subway to go back to my place. We didn’t hang out in the courtyard as usual but went back to my apartment instead and hung out in my bedroom.
“I can’t believe he told his cousin,” I said. “Now everyone knows.”
“It doesn’t matter as it is our word against his, we just have to keep denying it ever happened and it will blow over in no time, you’ll see.” Tracy said.
“I suppose.” I said and decided to stop thinking about it.
Later that night Tracy went home when my dad came home from work. He is a tow truck driver and comes and goes quite frequently. My mom lives in Montreal with her new husband and my two step brothers. I get to visit them a few times a year and I like having little brothers.
My Dad comes and goes a lot so he usually makes it home for dinner to check up on me before going back out again. Only this time we were sitting down to dinner when the phone rang.
Dad answered it and I wasn’t really paying attention at first thinking it was a call from his dispatch for a job, until my dad started to sound kind of upset.
“When did this happen?” He said raising his voice. “Yesterday? After School?”
Oh Shit….I thought to myself. That’s Nathan’s fucking Mother on the phone I bet. My heart began pounding really fast and I nearly shit my pants as I listened to my dad talking.
“OK, I will tell her, OK, OK, Thanks for calling, Thanks for letting me know…All right, Good-bye then.” and he hung up.
He was looking straight at me with a mean look on his face.
“That was Nathan’s mom.” He said. “She says you and Tracy were over their after school yesterday.” He said giving a pause, “And you know what she said?”
I broke down and started crying immediately. “I’m sorry daddy.” I said.
“Go to your room, we’ll talk later.” He said and I went off.
I went to my room and climbed into bed and cried for a few minutes, that quickly turned to anger. Nathan told Bobby and Bobby must have been like a little fucking Canary and told everyone. He must have told his brothers and his parents found out, then they called Nathan’s mom and told her and that is how she found out, now even Dad knows about it too. I was so upset at Nathan.
Later Dad came into my room and wasn’t as mad as I thought he would be. He just wanted to hear my side of the story. I told him Tracy and I just went over and we were like 5 minutes, we just wanted to explore and have a little look was all. Nothing else.
“Did he touch either of you.” He asked and I said “no.”
“Are you sure?” He asked
“He didn’t touch either of us.” I assured him.
“OK” dad said. “Thanks for being honest with me. Nathan’s mom says she doesn’t want you or Tracy over their any more, and I don’t want you over their any more either.”
And that was it. I thought he was going to be much worse but he wasn’t  After that he made a call to his mom (my grandma) and told her he was worried about me and if I could go and stay with them for the weekend. “It would be good to get her out of the city” was what he told her. “Thanks” he said and hung up the phone.
He went off to work to do a late shift as he usually does so I just watched TV. It was Thursday and my favourite TV night, Cosby Show, followed by Family ties, then Cheers and Night Court. I liked Thursday Nights. Afterwards I went to bed.
Friday after school I took the subway home with Tracy as usual. Told her I was heading up north to spend the weekend with Grandma and Grandpa.  When I got home Gran was there waiting for me. She let herself in and had been cleaning the apartment for a while, you could tell. She likes to take care of things for Dad. I went to my bedroom to pack a bag for the weekend.
“Right, so are you ready for the weekend?” She said and I nodded yes. “Then we are off.” She said with a smile.
Gran lives an hour north of the city in a really nice neighbourhood, much better than the low-income projects where Dad and I live, so it was great to get out of the old hood for the weekend.
On the drive to grans she started talking.
“So your dad tells me you and your friend was ‘experimenting’ with a boy this week.” She said.
Ah for fuck sakes I thought to myself, is there anyone that doesn’t know at this point.
“You girls are a little too quick to grow up sometimes and I know with peer pressure and all it can be a little tough growing up at times.”
Here we go with the lecture I thought to myself, half tuning her out. She kept going on about how a girl should be respectable, and respect themselves, and their bodies and blah blah blah…… I would rather stab myself in the eye then listen to another word of this crap from her.
The drive took what felt like an eternity with more words like integrity being thrown at me. She was saying how she was going to teach me to be a better person this weekend and learn respect for myself and others and all I could think was how she had her work cut out for her.
We got to grans house and it was getting late. So Gran decided it best that we all go out for dinner. Gran didn’t approve of what I was wearing from school that day and had some old clothes that my Aunt used to wear when she was younger. She found an old floral dress with long sleeves and puffy shoulders, and a pair of white leather saddle shoes and told me to put them on.
I changed into the dress and put the shoes on and had a look in the mirror. I hated the dress on me but didn’t put up a fight. There was no point as no one knew me in this town any ways  So we went out to dinner. She told me at dinner we were going to go shopping tomorrow and get a haircut. It was time to dress more appropriately for a girl my age and a more suitable haircut is required. I couldn’t care less about the clothes as I can always ditch them when I get back to Toronto but the Haircut part is what scared the shit out of me. I loved my long blonde hair the way it was.
After dinner we went back to Grans and I watched TV. Friday Night Television was Webster, followed by Mr Belvedere, then Knight Rider at 9:00. After Knight Rider was over Gran said I had to go to bed. I put up a fight as I wanted to see Miami Vice at 10:00 but she wouldn’t let me.
“We got a big day tomorrow so get rested up dear.” She told me, which made me feel like I was a little kid again. I didn’t argue and just went up to bed.
It is comforting being in this house as it is a quite suburb. I was sleeping in my aunt’s old room and my dad’s old room was next door. I imagined them playing around when they were kids in these old rooms, and how different it was for them. Our neighbourhood in the city is considered not very safe, even when you order a pizza they don’t deliver to our neighbourhood as they’ve been robbed too many times, and you would never see a taxi where I live. So it is very different being up here and comforting for me.
I woke up the next morning to the smell of Bacon through the house and it made my stomach growl. I slipped out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen to see Gran cooking up scrambled eggs and bacon with toast. Grandpa was at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee reading the paper.
“Good Morning Sunshine” Grandpa said as I entered.
“Oh there she is.” Grandma said with a smile looking over from her cooking.
“Good Morning.” I said.
“Did you sleep OK Dear?” Gran said and I nodded yes sitting down at the table and Gran came over pouring me a cup of Orange Juice.
She made me a plate of Eggs, Bacon and Toast and it must have been the best breakfast I ever had. On the occasional Sunday Mornings Dad and I would make breakfast together but never like this.
“Eat up dear, I’ve made a hair appointment for you at 10:00 this morning so we’ll have to leave in half an hour.”  She said.
“OK.” I said not even thinking about it. All I knew was I thought I died and gone to heaven that morning.
After breakfast I went upstairs to change, putting on a Smiths t-shirt and some black jeans and my Cherry Red Doc Marten boots. I came back downstairs to go and Gran was shocked.
“What are you wearing??? And Who are these Smiths???” She said.
“They are a band from England.” I told her. She was looking closer at my t-shirt now.
“Meat Is Murder!!!” She said shockingly reading the slogan off my t-shirt. “I most certainly think not, and you certainly didn’t think so 5 minutes ago when you were shovelling down all that bacon. Go upstairs and put something else on.”
I went upstairs and she followed me into my aunt’s room. She went straight into the closet rummaging through all the old dresses again.
“Here, put this one on.” She said tossing a blue and yellow dress on the bed. “And you can wear the same shoes you wore last night.” She said as she walked out of the room.
I slid my t-shirt off and slid the dress over my shoulders….Oh fuck I thought to myself, this dress is made of fucking polyester. The dress slid down around my body and the polyester felt scratchy on my skin. I kicked off my Docs and slid my jeans off from underneath the dress. I put the saddle shoes back on again and went over to the mirror to take a look. I looked way out of place as this dress looked like it was from the 1970’s.
I pulled my long blonde hair over my shoulders to cover the dress as much as possible thinking my hair took some of the attention away from the dress. So I decided to just wear it, besides Gran made a killer breakfast so let’s just do things her way for today. I went back downstairs and Gran was at the front door waiting for me.
“That’s much better dear….Remember what I was saying about self-respect, no self-respecting girl walks around with Meat Is Murder written on her clothes.”
I followed her out to the car and we drove a few blocks down to a strip mall. She parked and we got out walking towards a shop called Carla’s Beauty Salon. Gran was a few paces in front of me so I followed her to the shop and she opened the door for me. I went in first and she followed.
The salon was really dated. It looked like it was from the 1960’s with lots of pastel colours and old equipment. It had a line of old Dryer Hoods that were behind pink chairs. We took a seat on an old green pastel coloured vinyl sofa in the waiting area.
“Hello Mrs Davis.” A stylist said as she approached the waiting area.
“Hello Carla,” Gran said back, “This is my Grand-daughter Tanya I was telling you about over the phone.”
“Of course.” Carla said. “Nice to meet you, c’mon in.” She said, and we got up and came into the salon.
“Take a seat right here.” Carla said turning a salon chair to face me and I sat down in it. She spun the chair around to face the mirror and I sat they’re looking at my reflection. The chair had pink vinyl upholstery that rubbed against the polyester dress I was wearing pressing it into my skin.
“So what are we doing today?” Carla asked.
“She needs a good clean-up,” Gran said. “something more, respectable for a girl her age.”
“OK” Carla said having a closer look at my hair. “Like a bob perhaps.”
“Can you do something that shows her face a little more?” Gran said.
“Certainly,” Carla said reaching for a hairstyle consultation book and starting rifling through the pages.
“This haircut here is quite becoming don’t you think.” She said showing a page, “Shows off the face quite nicely.” She said pointing to a page to gran and she smiled and nodded with approval.
“Yes,” Gran said. “that one will suit her just fine Carla.”
“Can I see?” I asked as I was trying to look over and Carla tilted the book for me to see what they were looking at.
004
My heart skipped a beat seeing the picture as they were looking at what is best described as one of the most hideous looking bowl-cuts I have ever seen. The bangs were cut above the eyebrows and the sides sloped at an angle going down towards the back just exposing the ear-lobes…
“No way.” I said looking at it.
“Now dear you need a good haircut and this one is nice and suitable and will show off your face so you are not hiding behind all that hair.” Gran said.
“No way.” I said in shock looking at the picture.
“Let’s not make a fuss.” Carla said standing over me placing a hand on my shoulder to try to calm me down. “For now I’ll just take you over and wash your hair for you, so no cutting or anything, were just going to wash your hair, OK. Then after we can look at doing a haircut for you that will be more suitable for you….OK”
“I just don’t want it cut like that picture.” I told her
“I never said I was going to cut it that way.” She told me. “For now I am just going to wash your hair…..Honestly, such a fuss???” she said shaking her head.
She slowly spun me around so I was facing toward where the shampoo basins were and she put her hand softly on my shoulder again. “Let’s go sweetie, I’ll just do a nice shampoo and conditioner for you alright?”
I quietly stood up and she kept her hand on my shoulder guiding me over to the basins. “Now just take a seat at the first one right here.” She said and I sat down.
She took a towel putting it over my shoulder and I could feel her pull my long hair from under it and into the basin. She put her hand softly on the back of my head and slowly guided my back into the basin and turned the water on. I felt the water rinse through my hair and started to relax. It had been years since my last haircut as I keep it very long and rarely get it cut. I did like the treatment they give you though.
She pumped some shampoo and lathered it into my hair and it smelled like strawberries. I liked the way it smelled and how it felt so I closed my eyes to relax. She put the water back on to rinse the shampoo off and pumped some conditioner in her hands, putting it through my hair. This time the conditioner smelt more like Flowers. She rinsed off the conditioner and tilted my head up, catching my hair with a towel to towel dry it. I liked the way this felt as well.
“OK come with me.” She said and I followed her back to her station. She sat me down and slid a cape over me fastening it around my neck. She grabbed a large black wide tooth comb and started combing my long hair out starting from the ends and worked her way to the roots. When she was done my hair was neatly combed back over my head.
“Right.” She said. “I am going to talk you through this so you will be comfortable with what I am doing. First thing I am going to do is just cut a fringe so you can see what that looks like, and then we can go from there….OK” she said with a big smile.
“I just don’t want it like that picture.” I said again very nervously
“I know,” Carla said. “I didn’t say I was going to cut it like the picture, what I said was I am just going to cut you a fringe so you can see what that looks like on you…OK”
I didn’t say anything as I was too nervous. She reached for a black comb, some scissors and some hair clips and started sectioning off my bangs, taking the long hair on top back out of the way. She combed my bangs straight forward over my face and they reached all the way down past my chin.
“Now look up.” She said as she gently repositioned my head upwards with her hand on top and I closed my eyes. “I will cut the fringe on the long side and we can straighten them up from there OK.”
“OK” I said and took a deep breath.
“Ready.” She said and I nodded.
I heard the scissors close into my hair….SNIP, they moved across and closed into the next section cutting my bangs. I opened my eyes to take a look and my bangs were cut just past my eyebrows reaching to the top of my eyes. Carla stood back to let me have a look.
“How is that?” she asked me, I turned my head side to side and gave a smile. “That’s not so bad now is it?” she asked again with a reassuring smile.
“It’s fine.” I said looking at my new fringe.
“OK, now we’ll just shape them up a little more OK.” Carla said.
“OK” I said feeling a little more at ease.
She came back in sectioning off more hair and combing it forward. I looked up as she pinned my hair back and the new section fell over my face. I closed my eyes again and she came in with the scissors…SNIP SNIP SNIP, they worked their way across my new fringe. I opened my eyes. My fringe was a bit heavier now and she took it a little shorter so they sat just to my eyebrows.
“See isn’t that starting to look better already?” Carla asked. Gran got up and walked over to take a closer look.
“Now I can see her beautiful face, she is an angel underneath all that hair.” Gran said as she was looking on and I just smiled.
“So I can just add a little more hair to your fringe then so it frames it better.” Carla said and I nodded nervously. “Just relax now as this is looking better and better already.” She said as she stated combing out another, much larger section.
She had this next section combed forward and the rest of my hair pinned back and I was starting to tremble with nerves seeing how much more hair she was going to cut.
“Head up sweetie.” She said as she softly tilted my head up with her hand on my head, “That’s it.” She said and I just took in a deep breath and closed my eyes.
I felt her combing out my hair and finally heard the scissors cut away at different places around my face. A snip here and a snip there and could hear long locks of hair coming off and sliding down the cape.  I opened my eyes to see and Carla was standing right in front of me, blocking my view of the mirror.
“That’s a good girl,” She said as I looked up at her. “Now just tilt your head to the side a little for me.” She said as she guided my head over to the left still standing in front of me blocking my view.
I felt the scissors slide up my cheek bones towards my temples and heard them close as they moved upwards towards my bangs…snip snip snip, and I could see locks of my hair sliding down the cape in my peripheral vision.
She tilted my head the other over to the right and I felt as she made a section on the other side, and the scissors moved in following the same patch up my cheekbone towards my temple…Snip Snip Snip.
She adjusted my head so it was straight again and I could feel her combing more of my hair forward. She was still standing between me and the mirror blocking my view, so I sat there very nervously looking into the front of her blouse thinking how ugly she was.
She came in with the scissors so I closed my eyes again and heard them snipping away all around the front of my face and could feel this haircut starting to frame my face. This was when I realized she was beginning to cut it exactly like the picture and was just easing me into it all along. She was tricking me into it more like it.
She finished cutting and stepped to the side and I could finally see my reflection, and just as I thought. My hair was starting to take shape of that hideous bowl-cut, but now it was past the point of no return as most of the front of my hair has already been cut, leaving just the back long. I felt heartbroken looking at my reflection knowing it was now too late.
“There we go, now it’s starting to take shape already.” Carla said
“Perfect” Gran said with a smile standing behind me as she was looking on.
I didn’t say anything anymore as she tilted my head forward to finish up the haircut on me. She sectioned off the back and I felt the scissors sliding across the back of my neck and Snip, Snip Snip, they worked their way across the back taking off all my long hair.
She sectioned off one section at a time on the back and swiftly chopped it off until all my long hair was gone. She then tilted my head straight over to the left and neatly cut the line in the haircut from the back all the way over my earlobe, up my cheek and to my temple where the line met my bangs.
She tilted my head over to the right and cut the left side exactly the same way until the haircut was a perfect shape around my head. She tilted my head up again and trimmed away at my bangs a little more until they were a more rounded shape with the sides and there were cut above my eyebrows completely exposing them now.
She finally finished cutting now and put the comb and scissors down and grabbed the hair-dryer  At first she was just running her fingers through my hair with the hair dryer to get more of the wetness out of it but eventually picked up a hairbrush and started styling it my turning the ends under all away around the perimeter of the haircut. The more she brushed with the brush and hairdryer the more volume she got out of it with the ends turned perfectly under all the way around. I was frustrated watching this bowl-shape forming around my head.
Carla put the brush and dryer down and grabbed a bottle of hairspray and gave it a light spray to hold the shape. She then took a mirror and stood behind me to reveal the haircut from the back. I wanted to burst into tears looking at it and I couldn’t believe this was me. My long blonde hair was all over the floor now and I had a little blonde Mushroom Cut now with my hair a puffed up and curled under.
“Don’t worry sweetie, you’ll get used to it.” she said as she put the mirror back. She loosened the cape and dusted my neck off with a dusting brush and I felt so bare, with my neck and cheeks fully exposed. Gran came over standing over me to take a closer look.
“That’s much better.” She said with a smile. “How do you like it?” She asked me.
“It’s too short.” Was all I could say.
“ She’ll get used to it.” Carla said one more time.
I got up and walked back to the front of the salon as Gran paid for the haircut. We went out together and it felt so bizarre with the sun shining on my cheeks and on my neck with no hair to cover me any more  and the feeling of the breeze on my neck.
Next we got in the car for what ended up being hours of shopping for clothes I absolutely hated. Little dresses and shoes and the sort of thing you would wear to church. I was annoyed but I didn’t put up much of a fight as it wasn’t worth it. I knew I can just toss the clothes into the back of my closet when I get home, if anything this is just Gran wasting money as I was never going to wear any of these outfits.
By the time we got back to Grans that night and with my new clothes Gran had my wearing I felt like a Norman Rockwell painting and not a girl from the hood any more  If my friends from the hood saw me like this I would never see the light of day.
That Saturday Night we sat around the living room where Gran taught me how to play Cribbage for the first time.  We watched Gimme A Break and Facts of Life followed by The Golden Girls on the TV that night as we played. I wasn’t upset with her any more but still hated my haircut so something was going to have to be done about that before I got back to school. I’d figure it out later and not worry about it for now.
We stayed up later and watched The Love Boat which was rare for me as I am usually out causing trouble in the Neighbourhood on a Saturday Night with Tracy. I was wondering what she was up to tonight and what she was going to say about my hair when I get back. I needed her advice on what to do with it.
The next morning Grandma made breakfast again, this time Waffles. After Grandpa and Grandma and I went to church and spent the afternoon walking through a park and seeing the blossoms and tulips come out. This was the sort of day I rarely got.
Later Dad drove up to get me and we all had a Sunday dinner together. He nearly fell over when he saw me dressed up in one of my new dresses and my new haircut.
“What did you do with my Daughter???” He said as he saw me. He liked it but I was going to give him an earful on the ride home about it.
After dinner we left for the drive back home and I let him have it. “What was the big idea behind all of that??? You just can’t take a girl out of the hood and drop her off in the suburbs like that, if my friends saw me like this I would never be allowed to show me face in public again.
“It’s not that bad.” He said.
“NOT THAT BAD….I look like a freakin Mushroom for fucks sake.”
“Yeah you kind of do.” He said with a laugh and I punched him in the shoulder as hard as I could.
“Look, I just wanted you to get away from the city and spend some time with Grandma and Grandpa as I was getting worried about you is all. I asked her to teach you some respect but I didn’t think she was going to do all that to you, well I should have known I guess as she is a persistent one. Don’t worry, I had my share of bad haircuts growing up too, and so did you aunt.” He said laughing.
“It’s not funny.” I said.
“I think it will do you some good actually.” He said.
“ I’m not going to school like this.” I told him.
“I don’t care what you wear but you are not missing school because of a haircut.”
“Yes I am.”
“Oh no you’re not, even if I have to take you there myself, I’ll even stand outside your classes to make sure you go.”
“You big meanie.” I called him and pouted with my arms crossed.
“That’s right.” He said with a smile. “Mwa ha ha ha haaa.” He belted out an evil laugh to show it and I laughed back.
“By the way, I talked to Nathan yesterday.” Dad said
“Oh shit, you didn’t.”
“No no no, nothing like that. We just talked.”
“What you say.”
“Made sure he understood I wasn’t upset with him, well I intimidated him just a little, but he is a good kid, not much like him on our block so best to look after those ones you know. He is a smart kid. He said.
“Who are you, and what have you done with my father?”   I said with a laugh.
“I know, you would have thought I would have beaten the kid to a pulp, well some of those other kids I would have. Were all good though, I just think you should go talk to him as things may not be what they seem to you right now is all.”
“Thank-you Daddy.” I said squeezing his arm where I punched him. I felt a lot better now.
The next day I got up and got ready for school I put on my Smiths, Meat Is Murder t-shirt as a Fuck-You to Gran and whatever that stupid lesson about clothes she was trying to teach me. I slid on my black Levis Jeans and my Doc Martin boots to finish off the look.
I sat in front of my mirror trying to figure out what to do with my hair and decided it wasn’t so bad. It was kind of a retro look but I ruffled it up a bit with my fingers so it didn’t sit so bowl-like. There wasn’t much I could do with it as it would just fall back into its bowl-like shape again. So I just kind of got into the habit of ruffling it up here and there to break up the shape as much as I could.
I left to walk to the subway to meet Tracy as usual and she was outside smoking a cigarette.
“Gimme one of those.” I said as I came up behind her. Tracy turned around and saw me.
“Holy shit, what happened to your hair???” She yelled out.
“You like it?” I asked as I ruffled it.
“It’s so short.” She said reaching up to feel it.
“I know, my Gran made me get a haircut.” I said taking a cigarette from Tracy and taking a light from her lighter and took a drag. “It’s not so bad.” I said as I exhaled. “But I am thinking of cutting it even shorter, what do you think?”
“Go for it.” Tracy said. “It is already this short so might as well.”
“Yea the lady that cut it was kind of crap as this was out in the suburbs, so I am thinking of just going downtown and getting something better.” I said. “Want to go downtown with me for a haircut after school?”
“Hell Yea.” Tracy said.
We finished our cigarettes and went into the subway to head to school.  It was awkward walking through the halls as I could feel everyone turning their heads to look at me. I just wanted to scream walking the hallways at school. When I got to my locker Nathan was waiting for me.
“What the fuck do you want?” I said as I was opening my locker.
“Look, we need to talk.” He said.
“I have nothing to say to you.” I told him.
“Let me explain what happened.” He said.
I slammed my locker shut and started walking ignoring him.
“I didn’t tell anyone what happened.” He said and I stopped walking and turned around.
“Then how the fuck does everyone know then.”  I said.
“My little brother was spying from outside, remember I told him to go outside and play?” He said.
I rolled my eyes shaking my head….”Little fucker.” I said.
“I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t me that said anything and I could never do something like that to you,” he said. “and I am sorry.”
“Well it doesn’t matter now I suppose, damage is already done…I didn’t realize.” I said and gave him a hug.
We hugged for just a moment when a kid walking past yelled out “Get A Room!!!”
I turned and gave him the finger mouthing the words “FUCK-OFF”
“I really am sorry.” Nathan said one more time.
“Like I said it doesn’t matter, damage is already done. So best you can do right now is walk me to class, OK.” I said holding my hand out for him and he held it as we walked.
“You got a haircut.” He said as we walked.
“That’s your fault too by the way.” I said. “My Gran made my cut it, she was trying to teach me to be a more respectable girl.” I said sarcastically
“ I’m so very sorry about all of this.” He said again as he slowed his pace and we stopped. “I wish I could change everything for you.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I said looking into his eyes. “It’s already been done so no point worrying about it. Tracy and I are going after school to get it fixed and you are welcome to come too if you like?”
“I’d love to.” He said and we started walking again. We got to my first period class and I kissed him on the cheek. “See you at English.” I said and went into class.
School was annoying with the ‘Oh you got a haircut’ comments , and the condescending, “That looks really good on you.” that I just wanted to punch everyone that said that. I couldn’t wait for school to finish so we could go downtown and get it cut properly.
It got worse when I saw Samantha. She belted out with laughter when she saw me. “Was that your punishment?” she said laughing at me. “Your new haircut makes you look like a dickhead.” She said.
“Fuck-off.” I told her.
“No seriously, look at it.” She said. “You look exactly like a fucking dickhead.” She said laughing. “It has the exact same shape. Look everyone, the perfect punishment for sucking cock.” She yelled out laughing. “A dickhead haircut, that way everyone will know what you did.”
I wanted to punch her so badly but just walked off. She told everyone and people started calling me dickhead for a while. It was so embarrassing. By the time I got to English the rumour was all over the place. The kid that said “Get A Room” last week yelled  “DickHead” when I walked into the class. Nathan stood up and told him to ‘shut the fuck up..” I loved him for standing up for me.
After class we met Tracy at her locker and told her Nathan wanted to come….
“Really!” She said laughing. “Why?”
“Because I want him to, and you don’t get to touch him any more, he’s off limits to you now.” I said.
“OKAY.” She said sarcastically.
Nathan dropped his stuff off at his locker and we jumped on the subway downtown. We got off at Yonge Street and started walking south. There was a funky hair salon that I wanted to go to, they always had loud music blasting out of there when you walked past.
We found the place and went inside to talk to the guy in the front, he had long messy black hair and had on black eyeliner, “How much for a haircut?” I yelled out to be heard over the music.
“Fifteen Dollars” the guy said with a thick English accent.
We stepped off to the side “How much money have we got?” I asked and we added up all our money together. Between Tracy and I we had $8,
“How much money you got Nathan?” I asked and he said nothing shaking his head….
“Fuckit… I’m going to pan for it.” I said and went out to the street corner with them following me.
“Spare any change…. I am so huuungry.” I would say to the people walking past. Every so often someone would stop and give some money. Too easy I thought, it is amazing how much money you can make doing this kind of crap. After about 10 minutes and with Tracy’s help, we were up to $40 dollars and went back into the salon.
“Hello.” I said to the guy behind the counter.
“Have enough now Luv.” He said with a laugh.
“Yes.” I said.
“How much did you make?” he asked. He must have been watching us outside.
“Forty Dollars.” I said.
“Not bad.” He said. “Come with me then.” he said motioning towards the salon and I followed him in.
“Take a seat luv.” He said and I took a seat in one of the chairs.
“So what we doing then?” He asked.
“I don’t know,  I hate this haircut as my Grandma made me get this stupid haircut on the weekend so I want something that looks cool.” I said.
He put his hand on my head and tilted my head around. “It’s not such a bad haircut, we used to do this one a lot back in the 1970’s.”
“Well I want something more 1986.” I told him.
“All right.” He said. “How about a shorter shape with a buzzed undercut then.” He said.
“Like shaved?” I said.
“Not entirely, just buzzed really short sides and back but longer on top.” He said. I smiled ear to ear and nodded yes.
He was quick to cape me and started pinning my hair up on top leaving the sides and back down.  He reached for a pair of black Clippers and turned them on. I could barely hear them over the music but he came around behind me and tilted my head forward.
I felt the clippers touch my neck and slide upwardly, and the sensation sent butterflies through my entire body.  He did pass after pass up the back of my head and then around to my right side. I watched as the clippers passed through my hair in the mirror shaving my hair off to about a half an inch in length. He came around my left side and buzzed off all my hair off my left side. I sat their smiling looking at my reflection.
He put the clippers down and unpinned my hair on top and let it fall over the sides and back. He grabbed a spray bottle and started to spray it down. He grabbed a pair of scissors and a comb and started to comb it out.
“I was thinking to cut it the same length as your fringe all the way back and all around luv so it has a bit of an undercut.” He said and I nodded OK.
He combed the right side out and started cutting from my bangs going straight back so it was the same length, just over my right ear, and all the way around the back. And then he cut the left side the same way.
After he put the scissor and comb down and started to dry the top off. He just finger dried it and ruffled it so it was a bit messy.
“I’ll put some gunk in it for you to give it some texture.” He said is he dipped his fingers into a jar of hair product, and came back behind me and ruffled the top up so it was messy, and you could see the buzzed sides and back from underneath it.
He slid the cape off and grabbed a mirror to show me the back.
“So what do you think Luv?” he said holding the mirror. I reached up to feel the back and how short it was.
“I love it.” I told him with a big smile.  “FUCK YEA,” I yelled out. “That is sooo much better now.” I said rubbing my hand over the shaved parts.
“Tracy, you have to do this too.” I yelled out as I got up. Tracy came over to take a closer look at mine.
“That is so amazing.” She said as she reached up to feel it.
“I KNOW…” I yelled out over exaggerating the pronunciation. “You totally have to do the same.” I said.
“Take a seat Luv.” The guy told her as he spun the chair to face her and to my surprise she took a seat.
“So what are we doing?” He asked and Tracy sat their quite.
“You should just shave the back and leave it long, like an undercut.” I said.
“OK.” Tracy said smiling.
“An undercut” the stylist said to her to confirm and Tracy nodded yes.
I watched as he sectioned off the back and twisted her long hair up on top of her head. When it was ready he came behind her with the clippers and I watched as they took no time in buzzing off all her hair in the back. It was amazing to watch like 20” of hair slide off to the floor. When he was done he loosened the clips on top and her long hair fell over her newly shaved nape.
“Anything else?” the stylist was saying.
“Bangs too.” I said. “Short ones, like middle of her forehead, and keep the rest long.
“Would you like some bangs Luv?” the stylist asked her. You could tell she was nervous but she gave a weak nod for yes.
He sectioned off her bangs and combed them forward and gave a quick spray with water. We was quick to taking the length off cutting them to just above her eyebrows. He then combed them and snipped away gradually taking them shorter and shorter so that sat perfectly straight across the middle of her forehead, fully exposing her face. They looked amazing on her.
He finished and just dried them off smoothing her new fringe out with a hairbrush. He slid the cape off her and she reached up to feel her undercut turning her head side to side.
“That feels so amazing.” She said feeling her hair. “And I love the fringe.”
She got up and we gave each other a big hug kissing each other on the cheeks. “Thanks Babe” she said as we hugged.
We paid for our haircuts and we had some money left over to have some fun, So we walked down to the Pinball Spot to go hang out and play some Tetris.
I was ready to face a new day at school with an entirely new look and was really happy with it.

Posted by: haircutsrevisited | July 16, 2012

Crossroads

Crossroads
By Tammy

Foreword: I’ve had a lot of indecisiveness over haircuts in the past and I love exploring it more.
I woke up that morning like any other. Hit the snooze button a few times and over slept a little. By the time I got out of bed my flatmate Sharon was in the shower so I wouldn’t get time to take one. So I got myself ready at my dresser mirror instead of the bathroom applying some light make-up. My hair was a mess and I did my usual tie-it-up in a little ponytail.
I have been struggling with my hair as I have been trying to grow it out, I had cut it into a short bob about 9 months ago and hated it. One day on my lunch hour I decided on a whim to go into a salon at the mall where I work and asked for a bob. The lady was a bit older and it was not a very expensive salon so instead of getting a posh style bob that I was thinking about, she ended up cutting it in a short box style bob with a fringe. I could tell right away as she was cutting it that it was going to be a disaster, but it was too late so nothing you could do about it.
I’ve been growing my hair ever since and now it was finally at a length where it can just barely reach a ponytail. I am getting fed up with it, I can’t where it down as it looks hideous and the ponytail looks stupid as it is still too short, and short bits of hair stick out of the elastic. I need to clip sections of hair up to keep it in a ponytail. That haircut was the biggest regret of my life and I really miss my long hair. Part of me wants to just chop it all off as it looks terrible, but part of me also wants to let it keep growing. I am terrified to go back for another haircut after the last one so I don’t know what to do with myself.
I quickly got into the bathroom and brushed my teeth before heading out the door. No time for breakfast so it will be Tim Horton’s this morning for me. I got to the mall and I parked at the rear entrance like usual, even though I work at the other end of the mall I like to park at the rear as there is a little Barbershop at that entrance that I like to look into when I come to and from work.
I don’t know why but I love looking in there. I love it when there is a cute guy sitting in their getting a haircut, the look of it is sexy with him caped in the chair. If I am lucky there will be someone in their usually around when I go home and as this is Friday, chances are better to see a guy getting a haircut for the weekend. The barbers or older Italian guys and friendly so they usually nod or wave when I come and go from work, I kind of like that friendly daily interaction with them.
Lately I’ve been so fed up with my hair that I imagine myself going into that barbershop and just cutting it all off real short. Sometimes after work as I walk towards the shop I try to build up my nerve to just walk right in there and ask for a haircut, but I psych myself out at the last minute, getting to my car with a slight bit of disappointment.
When I got my bob it took a lot for me to work myself up to go through with it as I had been thinking about it for a while. I work at reception at a dentist so on my lunch I would go down to the mall and try and work up the nerve to walk into that salon and tell them to cut a bob. I had long hair all my life so the thought of cutting it was so exhilarating for me. I was so proud when I finally went through with it and scared as hell. I was so disappointed with the haircut after and upset with myself for doing it, lots of regret in the end.
Now I am at the point where I am just tired of dealing with it. I am past regret as I have to live with it the best I can. It will take at least another year and a half to two years for it to get to the long length it once was, so I was at the point where I just wanted to give up.
Today was a different turn of events then my usual Friday. There was a snowstorm in the forecast for the evening drive home so the dentist decided to reschedule the afternoon appointments, he said I could work through my lunch and leave at 2 o’clock instead of 5 to try and beat the storm. I got through all my filing and shut the office down at 2 and we all left for the day. I was walking through the mall thinking of what I could do for the rest of the day and my thoughts went to my barbershop walk-by. I was thinking to myself, is today the day I finally go through with it?
This was very similar to my thoughts 9 months before when I was thinking about getting my bob. The thoughts are exhilarating and send butterflies through my stomach. I came around the corner and could see the Barber Shop at the end of the mall next to the exit. I slowed my pace as I approached, half wanting to walk straight into that shop, and half wanting to just b-line straight for the car.
This time was no different as I was my usual nerves, only I was finding myself getting tired of this almost daily routine and feelings of frustration. C’mon Tammy, don’t be a wuss, I was thinking to myself.
I slowed my pace even more and turned my direction more towards the barbershop instead of the exit, I could feel my heart pounding and my palms sweaty as I approached. I’ve done this before and bailed at the last moment but this time I was keeping my nerve up as I got closer and closer to the shop. That little voice rang through my head…..just get this over with already
I actually made it to the threshold of the shop and walked over the line, I finally did it.
“Hello” the first barber said as I entered, “Can I help you?”
“Yes, I was wanting to get a haircut.” I said.
“Certainly, take a seat and we will be right with you.” He said motioning towards a waiting bench.
The bench was empty and each barber had a customer in the chair which meant I would be next. I took my jacket off and scarf and hung it on the coat rack. I took a seat and waited, excited in anticipation. I never really thought this far ahead and didn’t know what haircut to ask for, only that I wanted to go short.
The first barber had a young guy about my age in the chair, I recognized him from one of the shops in the mall, and he looked so sexy sitting there all caped with his wet hair, the other barber was just finishing up with an older man, brushing him off and sliding the cape off him.
I watched nervously as the customer paid, took his coat and hat from the coat rack and said goodbye on his way out…..
“Next.” The barber said as he returned to his chair and spun it to face me…
Holy shit, I thought to myself, I am really doing this. I got up and walked slowly over to the chair, my knees feeling like they were about to give and I had wobbly ankles like I was going to fall over on my heels. I turned and slid up into the chair and the barber spun me to face the mirror. I glanced over at the guy sitting next to me and butterflies filled my stomach seeing him, He glanced over and gave me a nod and I gave him a smile back.
“So what are we doing today?” the barber asked me and my mind just drew a blank. I reached up to pull my hair out of my ponytail and my hair fell to my shoulders as I answered him.
“Um….” I said. “I was thinking of going short, like over my ears short.” I told him.
“Over your ears like just past your ears?” he asked pointing to the bottom of my earlobe “or over your ears like around your ears?” he said.
“em,” I said nervously, “like around my ears” I said as I reached up and pulled my hair over my ears to expose them.
“OK,” he said.” You want it short up the sides and back and longer on top?” He asked and I gave him a nod for yes.
“How long you want it on top?” He asked.
“Um, maybe about this long.” I said holding up my fingers to show a couple of inches in length between my index finger and my thumb. My hand was shaking so much and as I showed him about 2” I was finding myself close that gap ever so slowly to about an inch and a half as my hand was shaking.
“No problem.” He said as he reached for a cape and slid it over me. He wrapped a neck strip around my neck and fastened the cape taught around my neck. The cape was a light blue cotton material and so different than anything I’ve seen before.
He reached over for a large black comb and the biggest looking scissors I have ever seen. He came around me standing over me and started combing my hair out with the comb. He sectioned off a lock right at the top of my head and held it up between his fingers at what looked like about 1” above my scalp.
“About here.” He asked as he held the scissors open to my lock of hair. I looked like a petrified deer staring into the headlights of a car at night and I found myself give a weak nod. I watched as the scissors closed into my hair and the realization sunk in right away….no turning back now.
The lock of hair fell gracefully in front of me landing on the cape in my lap. He was swift to comb out another section and more of my hair rained down in front of me straight into my lap. I lost myself in the moment as it felt intoxicating having my past 9 months of frustration swiftly taken away from me right before my very eyes. It was a very liberating moment for me.
I snapped back to reality and took another look at myself as my hair was now roughly cut to a severely short length on top and he was now cutting away over my right ear, and my hair slid down my shoulder into my lap. My left side was still untouched and laying over my shoulder waiting for the scissors to shear it off.
I glanced over at the guy next to me and he seemed mesmerized by what was happening with me. Are eyes made contact for a moment and he sort of shook back to reality and looked away like he thought he was being rude for staring, but I didn’t mind.
The barber was standing behind me and tilted my head down slightly and he began cutting off my hair at the back of my head. I could feel with each snip my head get lighter and lighter and the coolness in the air on my newly exposed neck. He came around my left side and I watched as the scissors cut the last of my hair and is slid down my shoulder into my lap.
He reached over for a water bottle and sprayed my hair down so it was wet. He came back behind me again holding up sections on top and neatening the length on top to maybe just past one inch long on top. I was smiling with satisfaction seeing how short he was cutting it with a sense of accomplishment….I finally did it I said to myself, watching my transformation before me.
He neatened up the sides and back cutting it short with his scissors over the comb, he would comb my hair straight up and the scissors rapidly open and closed as he cut away at my hair. I was transfixed watching this process as I had never experienced it before, only seen it as I walked past looking into the barbershop.
The hairdryer was going at the chair next to me and I looked over to see his hair nice and neat, around his ears, short sides and back and long on top still with a longish fringe. He looked so cute sitting there with his haircut that I wanted to say something to him but that felt out of place.
I just watched as his barber took the cape off him, dusted him off, and showed him the back of his hair with the mirror. “Perfect” he said and he got up to pay and left.
The other barber took a seat on the bench as there were no other customers and started up some small talk.
“You work in the mall?” he asked.
“I work upstairs at the dentist office.” I said.
“You a dentist?” he asked.
“I’m the receptionist.” I said.
“Oh, receptionist,” He said, “Yea I see you when you come to work every day.” I gave him a smile.
I took another look at how my hair was progressing and he was nearly finished. It looked so different short but kind of the same because I wear a ponytail all the time, only now I won’t have to deal with that anymore. I loved the way it was looking on me, a lot shorter then I imagined it but I loved that for some reason.
He took a hairdryer and dried it off for me ruffling the top with his fingers. When he dried it he took some gel and ran it through the top.
“This is easy to take care of now” he said as he applied the gel. “Just put a little gel and mess it up a little.” I smiled acknowledging him.
He unfastened my cape and slid it off me, I watched as my long locks of hair slid off the cape and onto the floor in front of me. He picked up the hand mirror and showed me the back.
“Wow” I said looking at my reflection.
“New you.” He said.
“Definitely.” I said with a huge smile. I reached up to feel it for the first time and got goose bumps feeling how short it was. It felt so amazing. I got up and paid, put my jacket back on and my scarf, and made my way out of the shop saying “having a nice weekend.” To the barbers and they said the same back.
I walked out of the mall and the cold winter air blew over my head and it felt so cold now without all that hair. It was going to take some time to get used to. I drove straight home beating the storm and rush hour traffic and entered the flat.
“Sharon,” I called out as I entered.
“In here,” She answered from her bedroom. I walked straight into her room to show her.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Ahhh.” She screamed out seeing me. “Your hair!!!! Oh my god.” I gave a big smile.
“You like?” I asked.
“Yea I do, I just can’t believe how short it is.” She said. “What did you do?” she asked.
“I got it cut at the mall after work.” I said.
“Again, I thought you hated that place?” she asked.
“I went to another place this time, the barbershop.” I said.
“A barber!!! No wonder it’s so short.” She said.
“I know, I love it though, it feels so amazing.” I said as a felt it once again. Sharon got up to feel it as well running her hands over the short sides and back.
“That feel so soft.” She said. ‘And it does look really good on you. Your crazy though but it looks good.”
“Thanks.” I said and left.
I decided to take a shower as I missed it this morning. I went to my room and got undressed and took to the bathroom. It felt so amazing to wash it. I used too much shampoo at first as I am used to long hair still. If felt so surreal to not have it long anymore like washing it or moving around, I am used to having to hold my hair back out of the way but now there is nothing to hold onto. I loved it.
I had a quite weekend as the storm came so I went to see some friends. My hair was a big hit with everyone saying it was much better than that bob that I had before. I was so relieved now not having to deal with it anymore and not fixated on trying to grow it anymore, I was just content with it now.
Monday came around and I was up with my alarm finding the energy to get out of bed, I wanted to take a shower now and dry my hair and style of for a change and not loath having to tie it back and clip it up with hairclips anymore.
I had enough time to make coffee and eat a good breakfast before work. When I got to work I was met with a compliment, my first one ever from Doctor Bernstein, who usually doesn’t get personal like that in the workplace.
“Oh you’ve had another haircut.” He said.
“Yes.” I said with a smile.
“That looks much better on you.” He said. “Much better than your last one.”
“Thank-you.” I told him. “I am really happy with it.” I said smiling, I nearly fell over from the compliment as that was so out of the ordinary from him.
At lunch I went down to the food court and got some fried rice from the Chinese food place and was sitting at a table at the end of the food court when he came over to me.
“Is anyone sitting there?” He asked me and I looked up to see that guy that was getting his haircut on Friday with me. I was taken by complete surprise.
“Absolutely.” I said very nervously….”I mean no one is sitting there so absolutely you may sit with me….em join me.” I had to cut myself off. What the hell was I saying??? I was so nervous I was jumbling my words.
I looked up into his eyes and he was kind of chucking at me as he sat down and said “OK” in kind of a cool manner. I felt like such an idiot.
“I like your hair.” He said.
“Thank-you.” I answered.
“When you came into the barbershop I was thinking what the hell is this girl doing.” He said. “But it looks really good on you.”
“Well that just me,” I said with a smile. ”Crazy Crazy.”
Oh My God would you just shut up already I thought to myself.
“um, Spontaneous…I mean.” I said trying to correct myself. “I really like your haircut as well.” I said trying to cover for myself.
“Thanks.” He said. “Do you get your haircut there often?”
“Nope, that was my first time.” I said.
“I’ve never seen a girl get a haircut at a barbershop before so I was kind of wondering.” He said.
“I guess I was kind of curious as well.” I said.
“It looks really good though.” He said and I smiled, I could feel my cheeks getting hot so I knew I was blushing, so I tried to calm myself down.
“So you work in the mall?” I asked.
“I work at Rory’s Clothiers.” He said.
“Oh.” I said.
“How about you?” he asked.
“Doctor Bernstein’s Upstairs.” I told him. “I’m his receptionist.”
“Well My name is Michael.” He said.
“Hi Michael, I am Tammy.” I said…..
Thanks for reading,
Tammy

Posted by: haircutsrevisited | July 16, 2012

Elyzabeth

Elyzabeth
By Tammy

 Foreword: I wanted to try something new with this one….
I woke up just before 9 o’clock that evening, it was late November and the nights were getting longer. I decided I wanted to go out night clubbing tonight, it had been quite a while since I’ve been out in New York City. I had just returned to Manhattan from a very long trip overseas and was recovering from the journey. I got up and took a shower. After my shower I started to get ready.
Tonight I was going to go out to the Batcave. This club is located a few blocks north-west of where I live in Greenwich Village. Batcave is a club in New York where the Goth culture hangs out in. I like the Goth culture, as it seems to combine a bit of my past life with my present life. I love the Industrial Music they play, and besides, there is nothing like losing yourself in a nightclub for a few hours.
I slid on a black camisole with some black pants and a pair of black boots. I checked myself out in the mirror. Almost Perfect I thought to myself.
My hair was really long and natural auburn in colour. Normally it has a lot of curls and volume, but it was still wet from my shower and sitting flat on my head. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and wondered what to do with my hair for the night. I thought about going over to Astor Place for a haircut, as it has been a while since I’ve done something like that. I twisted my hair up out of my face to see what I would look like without it. I smiled at my reflection and knew exactly what I was going to do.
I spent the next half hour applying make-up. I did an application worthy of the New York City’s Goth scene, lots of white powder and dark eyeliner. When I was ready to go I grabbed my purse and made my way over to Astor Place. The Shop closes at 10:30 pm so if I didn’t get going quickly I wasn’t going to make it in time.
I made my way into Washington Park. The Barbershop was on the other side of the park a few blocks east. It was a beautiful evening with a clear sky and a slight cool breeze. As I walked across the centre of the park towards the fountain there was a familiar face sitting on the bench.
“Elyzabeth .” He said and stood up as I approached.
“Hello Jaguar.” I said acknowledging his presence.
“When did you return?” he asked.
“A couple of days ago.”
“Do the others know you are back?” he asked and I nodded ‘no’ giving him a cold stare.
“Do you want me to let them know you have returned?” he asked.
“It doesn’t matter.” I said and I turned away from him and continued through the park.
He took a seat back on the bench. I turned and looked back at him as I walked off. Jaguar and I go a long way back, and it has been a few years since we’ve seen each other last. I came out on the other end of the park at the northeast corner and onto Waverly Place. Broadway was just a couple of blocks east now. I made my way across Broadway and onto Astor Place. The shop was now visible from the corner.
I entered the shop, it was busy on a Thursday Night. People tend to come in for a last-minute haircut before a night out on the town, especially if they are having a bad hair day. People took notice of me when I entered the shop as my long red curly hair flowed over my shoulders and down my back and stood out over my black outfit and make-up. I took a seat in a waiting chair.
One of the barberette’s was finishing up with a female client. Her hair was cut into a very short a-symmetrical haircut. The barberette showed her the back of the haircut with the mirror and she was smiling in approval. She got up and paid and left the shop.
“Next” the barberette called out and I stood up and took a seat in her chair.
“So what will it be?” she asked as I sat down.
“Number one all over.” I told her in a very confident tone.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yes, and don’t worry, It will grow back faster than you think.” I said.
“OK.” She said as she flung a cape over my shoulders and fastened it around my neck.
She reached for a giant pair of clippers turning them on. She came around behind me and held the clippers up over my head. She placed her left hand on the crown of my head tilting my head forward slightly, and placed the clippers on my forehead and held them their.
She took a glance over at me through the mirror and we made eye contact as to give me one last chance to back out. I gave her a light nod of approval and she pushed the clippers back over my head, the sound deepening is they went through my hair. I watched the first clump of my long red curls tumble over my shoulder and into my lap.
She came in for a second pass, and a third cleaning up most of the top of my head before tilting my head over to the side. The clippers entered at my temple now and all the way back, over my ear.
She did the same on my other side and tilted my head forward and finished it up in the back. I looked up at my reflection to see just a light shade of red stubble remaining on my scalp and I smiled with approval at the transformation.
She slid the cape off me and I got up out of the barber chair. I paid her for the haircut and walked out of the shop with my head held high and a huge smile on my face.
I stepped out into the cool November evening and the wind was blowing in my newly exposed scalp. I reached up and ran my fingers over my stubble. I loved the way it felt, such an indulgence I thought to myself.
I started walking up Broadway the 20 blocks north to West 30th Street where the club was located. It took a little while but it was a great chance to get acquainted with the city once again. I took my time and I made a few short stops along the way.
I arrived at the club at almost midnight. There was a bit of a queue so I approached the front of it to try to jump the line. The bouncer was standing there and watched as I approached, he was somebody knew who I didn’t recognize. He gave me the once over and I gave him a cold stare looking straight into his eyes. He took a step back to the side and nodded his head over towards the club to indicate I was allowed to enter. I walked straight past him without acknowledging him again.
The sound of Front 242 was blaring over the sound system, the song Headhunter. There were a few people dancing but mostly people were grabbing drinks at the bar.
I made my way across the dance floor and up towards the back of the club when I sensed his presence…
I had never seen him before, someone new. He was across the dance floor and I knew right from the moment that I saw him that he was my type. He was looking in my direction.
The song changed to Bigod 20’s version of Like A Prayer, I couldn’t help myself so I stepped out onto the dance floor. The lyrics where mesmerizing in his thick German accent:
Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone.
I hear you call my name and it feels like…Home.
I completely lost myself in the music and danced like no one in the world was looking at me. Nothing else in the world matters in moments like this…
He came across the dance floor and closer towards me. It was like he was the hunter and I was his prey, only really, it would be the other way around as all I was doing was seducing him. We started to dance together and when the song finished he grabbed me by the waist.
“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked me.
“I don’t drink.” I said.
“While what do you do then?” he asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” I told him as I slipped out of his grasp and took off across the dance floor.
He followed me up into the lounge and I took a seat on a couch. He took a seat next to me.
“I really like your, um, haircut.” He said as he sat down.
“Thanks.” I said. “I just cut it earlier before coming out tonight.”
“Really.” He said with some excitement. “How was it before?”
“Quite long.” I told him.
He reached up to feel it but pulled his hand away as soon as he touched it.
“Sorry,” he said. “I just find it really fascinating is all.”
“That’s OK,” I said. “I like the way it feels as well.”
“I’m a Hairstylist.” He told me.
“Really.” I said with some excitement… This was almost too perfect now, not only was he my type, he is also a hairstylist. I will definitely have to keep this one.
“I’m Elyzabeth .” I told him.
“Hi Elyzabeth , I’m Dunkan.” He said and I started to laugh. Freakin Posers I thought to myself.
“What was the name you mother gave you?” I asked him
“Oh,” he said nervously, “um, Jason.”
“Well Jason, it is very good to meet you.” I said and I bit my lower lip, he smiled a crooked smile.
I got up and went back to the dance floor for a while. Jason followed me out there. I wasn’t going to let some guy spoil my evening, even though I was starting to crave him a little bit. I danced for a while and Jason did as well. They were now playing Swamp Thing by the Chameleon UK, one of my favourites. Jason would leave occasionally and come back with some of his friends to introduce me. I could tell he was trying to show me off a little, too cute.
After a while I got bored so I grabbed Jason and pulled him close. “So where do you live Jason?” I asked him.
He smiled and put his arm around me. We made it to the front door and went outside to hail a Taxi. We got in the taxi and he told the driver his address. I knew this was an address up in Hell’s Kitchen somewhere, interesting.
We drove the few blocks north and the driver let us out in front of an older gothic style apartment building with the external wrought iron fire escapes, charming.
We walked up the four flights of stairs to his apartment. It was a very small bachelor pad with a crimson red paint scheme and posters of different bands on the wall, Ministry, Skinny Puppy, The Cure to name a few.
I took a seat on his futon and waited as he made drinks in his little kitchenette. He came back and sat beside me handing me some kind of mixed drink.
“I told you I don’t drink.” I said placing it off to the side.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He said rather embarrassed.
I grabbed him and threw him down on the futon and pressed my lips onto his rubbing myself up against him. We started sliding off our clothes as we kissed and rolled around on the futon. He pushed himself inside me and I let out a painful scream and started to tremble.
“Are you OK.” He asked in shock.
“I’ll be OK.” I said trembling. “Keep going.”
He paused for a moment. “Are you a…?” he asked.
I put my finger over his lips to silence him. “Technically, no,” I said. “It just takes a bit for me to get going.”
He started once again and I was loosening up enough now. I could tell he was getting close. His heart rate was increasing rapidly to almost where I wanted him to be. When he was just about to peek, I grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head up to look him straight into his eyes. Our eyes locked and as soon as he lost himself in my gaze…
I extended my fangs fully, pulled him tight towards me, and bit into his neck. I could feel his muscles loosening as his blood flowed directly into my mouth. I held him there for a moment as his muscles fell loose. I stopped as soon as I had just enough of his blood inside of me.
I rolled him over onto his back and left him there to sleep on his futon. It was going to be dawn soon and I had to get going. I opened the window and made my way out onto his fire escape closing his window behind me. I jumped over the fire escape railing and all the way down the four stories to the street below. His blood in me made me stronger than I have felt for a while now.
I quickly made my way south, back to Greenwich Village before dawn and went into my building to sleep…

I woke up the next evening feeling more alive then I have for a long time. Just as I thought, he was my type after all…AB Negative.
Don’t worry though. I didn’t kill him. He has far more worth to me alive then dead. It was just going to take a while for him to sleep it off, and wake up feeling like he has a really bad hangover.
I thought about the night before. A hairstylist. WOW. This reminds me of my Stan. I got up and shook my head. My long red hair was hanging over my shoulders so I pulled it back out of my face. My long hair feels like a curse sometimes. I guess by now you must be wondering a few things about me.
I was born Elyzabeth Spencer of London, England in the year 1821. I was born into a wealthy family during the British Regency era. I was raised a proper young woman and had a very sheltered childhood.
When I was 18 I was to be married to a man I hardly new. This was supposed to be the beginning of the rest of my life, only that was a life I will never know. My maker turned me Vampire on the eve of my wedding night.
My maker was a former solder under William the Conqueror during the Norman Invasion of England in year 1066. Vampires are known to flock to the battlefields following a battle, his maker discovered him wounded on the field of battle and knew he was a brave solder, worthy to be one of us.
Over the following centuries, my maker grew angry of what England had become and his sacrifice to its foundation. He loathed the upper class society that had developed. He turned me vampire so I would turn against my own people.
When you first become vampire your hunger is very strong, you hunt almost all the time and you drain your victims leaving them dead. This is the only way for a young vampire to survive.
As a vampire ages, we become stronger and the need to kill dissipates. I have been vampire for 157 years now and no longer have the desire to kill. I only need a moderate amount of blood to survive. Older vampires kill only when necessary as to not create any attention towards us from the mortal ones. This is why it is important for a maker to mentor a young vampire, to keep us hidden from the humans.
My maker didn’t mentor me as his reason for neglecting me those early years was so I would cause the out most havoc on London without any of his guidance. I was a terror on the people in those early years. This was when Jaguar stepped up and helped steer me onto a proper path. Vampires need to be discreet to survive amongst the living.
The one thing about being vampire is the way you were the moment you were turned, is the way you will remain for eternity. For me I was 18 years old, on my wedding night, a virgin with glorious long red mane of hair. This is how I shall always remain.
I shaved my head last night but woke up this morning and my hair is back to how it was before I shaved it, that’s what happens after you rest. You go back to how you were when you were turned. It can be a pain in the ass sometimes.
My hair wasn’t a big deal until the 1920’s really, that was when bob haircuts came into fashion. Unfortunately my bob haircuts never stayed. But that was what I had my Stan for.
I got up and went to the telephone. I called upstairs to George, the superintendent.
“Hello George, it’s me, Elyzabeth . Listen, I was wondering if you had the keys to the old Barbershop… You do, great. Can you meet me out front and open the door for me, I want to inspect it for a potential new tenant.”
George is my superintendent under my employ. I bought this building back in 1915 just after I first arrived in America. The Barbershop was Stanley’s. We opened it at the end of 1920 together and he ran it up until the day he died in 1963. The shop has sat boarded up and empty ever since.
George was out front and opened the door for me. I went inside. It still looked the same as when Stan left it. George comes in once a month to dust and clean it but other than that it is exactly how it was left.
I looked at the pictures on the wall, one of Stan and Myself back in 1920, the day we first opened the shop. My hair was neatly cut into a short steppe bob with a short fringe, this was one of Stan’s favourite haircuts on me. I miss my Stan very much, but that is what happens when you fall in love with a mortal. I took the picture off the wall and held it under my arm.
“George.” I called out and he entered the shop from outside.
“Yes Ma’am.” George said as he entered.
“I think it is time to clean out all of this stuff. I want you to put everything into Storage. You can hire a crew if you need to. I have a potential new tenant for this space so I want everything emptied out.”
“Yes Ma’am.” He said and we went out of the shop together locking the door.
I took that picture of Stan and I with me as a reminder of that time, keepsakes
I went back downstairs to my apartment and got changed for the evening. I changed into a black dress with white stockings and a pair of black Dock Marten boots. I checked my hair in the mirror and it was exactly how it always is. Long, auburn, full of curls flowing all the way down my back, just as it was on my wedding night. I smiled at my reflection. before taking off into the night
I walked back uptown to Hells Kitchen to Jason’s apartment to check in on him. I climbed the fire escape and slid back in through his window. He was lying there exactly where I left him. I slid my clothes off and laid down beside him on the futon to wait for him to wake up. He slowly started wake as I cuddled up next to him.
“What time is it?” he mumbled.
“I don’t know, probably around 9.” I said.
“9 AM?” he asked.
“No, PM silly.” I told him. “You’ve been sleeping all day.”
“OH SHIT.” He said getting up in a hurry. “I was supposed to work today.”
He ran over to his machine to check his messages and sure enough they had been calling.
“Don’t worry baby,” I said. “I get this feeling you won’t be needing that job anymore.”
He looked over at me. “Elyzabeth ! Your hair.” He said and I smiled.
I got up and walked over to him “You like it.”
“It is so…so beautiful.” He said.
“You can have it if you want.” I told him (as long as I get something in return).
He came over and pressed himself against me and ran his fingers through my hair.
“But how?” he asked.
“I guess you can call it a gift, or a curse, I’m not sure really.” I said.
I could see his face turning pale and he fainted. I grabbed him in my arm and carried him back to the futon.
“Sleep baby.” I told him. “You’ll get your strength back soon.”
Jason was weak from the blood loss. It is the same as when anyone donates blood really. It can just takes a day to get your strength back. I got changed, went over and kissed him on the forehead. He looked so cute lying there. I put his blanket over him to keep him warm. I went back out of the window and closed it. I made my way back down the fire escape and out into the night. I would come back the next evening when he regains his strength.
Thanks for reading,
Tammy

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