I just got back from getting my hair cut, i’ve been having it cut at the same place for a few years now, always with the same guy too. I swear, this guy (and i’m not the least bit homosexual) could make me fall asleep in that chair EVERY time while he’s washing my hair.
I don’t know why, i guess the combination of the hot water, having my head rubbed and massged, and nearly laying down get to me. I always seem to have problems staying awake for the few minutes he’s doing it.
Just thought i’d share my love for that, anyone else have this too?
I could exist for years, letting my hair grow long, trimming my own bangs at home every few weeks, but, damn! Having someone else wash my hair with almost-too-hot water, a scalp massage, and shampoo that smells like Juicy Fruit is one of life’s great pleasures!
Oh g-d yes. Back when my hair was short getting it washed by a gentle-handed professional was the best part of haircut experience. I often wish my boyfriend was more interested in brushing my now-long hair. There’s just something really relaxing about having someone pet your head.
I once got treated to have my hair done at the Froo-Froo House of Style. They have 2 dedicate women who only wash hair. Before washing, they massage mint oil into your temples then wash your hair while massaging your scalp. Pure heaven. If I ever win the lottery, I’m going there every day.
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There should be a God/ess of Hair. Someone who can be appeased to prevent male pattern baldness, and help you when you’re tangled. I searched around on Google but I couldn’t find any mythic system claiming to have a God/ess of Hair. Does anybody know of one?
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That is the biggest disappointment in my life caused by male pattern baldness. You see, in a vain effort to not be balding at the ripe old age of 25, I have switched over the the shaved head crowd. Oh, how I miss going to the salon and having the attractive young blonde woman shampoo what was left of my hair whilst her ample bosom rubbed against my shoulder and the side of my head. Alas, all I have to look forward to now is someone rubbing my head for good luck. And that doesn’t feel nearly as nice.
OhFace got mad at me because I told her I was going to marry the lady who just cut my hair. Here’s why:
“Would you like a shampoo?”
“Of course”
I lean back in the chair, get the nice hot water all over my head. She massages the shampoo into my head for what seemed like forever. She was massaging my temples and scratching my head with her long nails.
Rinse.
Then to the conditioner. AGAIN, she goes into the massage routine. At this point i’m doing my best not to make weird faces while she’s doing her magic. And the best part, the part that made me want to marry her, was that she lifted up my head and began MASSAGING MY NECK!!! I was in heaven.
Afterward I called my brother and bragged out the haircut. He was jealous.
I think that’s the real reason I got married: my husband used to rub my scalp, especially if I had a headache. I think I could undergo surgery without anesthesia, as long as I had someone to rub my head. I’d certainly choose a scalp massage over sex at least some of the time!
