On 9/9/06, at 11:57 a.m., Charli <c—–.w——–@gmail.com wrote:
no problem!
was nice to see you too! i owe you a drink and a slice of pizza…
-char
On 9/9/06, at 11:02 a.m., Le Bloggeur < ———@gmail.com> wrote:
CHARLI!
Thanks for the haircut.
VICE DO!
It was nice to see you. We should see each other more.
YAY!
LB.
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The above email excerpt is PROOF that I sealed the deal with L.B.
Gals, I am going with short and sweet in all correspondence with this fellow. I don’t think it was really a love connection.
Cash helped me buy this!
But it’s a triumph that he wrote me the morning I left his house, right?
Quick rundown:
Post-work on a Friday: my Meserole Avenue kitchen for the cut.
I shall note that the idea to offer a haircut to this monsieur occurred to me naturally in conversation.
Flashback to our evening at Gowanus Yacht Club:
“No, but I, like, really need a haircut.”
“Well, I think it looks fine. I mean, I haven’t known you so long, but I don’t find anything offensive about it… Is there a way that you prefer to wear your hair?”
“Well, it’s just. I keep it basically like this, but it has started the beginning of a George Washington shape,” L.B. runs his right hand through his short brown curls at his ears, making them stick out past his finger, and tugging on the hair with his left hand.
“Well, maybe it looks like that if you poof it out, but it didn’t look like that before.”
“See, I don’t wanna be able to poof!”
“Ohhhh. Well, I could fix that.”
“You could?”
“Yeah! I’ve cut a little hair before. You just put your hand on the scalp and cut what sticks above your fingers. I cut my roommate’s hair in college. And I fixed my friend’s hair after this lady at Lilypad gave him a Carol Brady haircut,”
“Well, that’s what I want! I don’t want a ‘haircut’ haircut.”
“Well, I can definitely do that!”
“Deal?” he said, raising his highball of gin and tonic, lime on the edge of the glass, next to a skinny red straw.
“Deal,” I toasted back with a wink, my insides bouncing with excitement. At this point, I noticed TT off in the distance, and tossed my head back in a laugh, and made sure to nod forward while laughing, covering my face with my hair.
And now, back to the commentary:
I nailed it. The George Washington shape is now a close crop. Thank you, Duane Reade brand hair cutting scissors! A stop off at Russ Pizza for a slice. G to Bergen Street, where I was finally made privy to Boat Bar. Rentrée chez lui.**
The muscles are nice! Who’d have pegged me to peg a gym-goer. Cash’s influence. Then the deed. I think it’s one of those that needs a time or two to develop.
Krissie, Sophi? Are you there? I’ll be expecting your commentary and suggested direction tonight.
deux mille six 