Getting a haircut

I've got a haircut tonight at "Destination for Men". Normally I can't really afford to get my hair cut anywhere that has a name, but I got a voucher in the mail for this place. Besides, it's been like two months since I last got it cut, it's definitely time.

I'm not a huge fan of the whole haircut experience. This place they make it a little better by offering "guy" stuff eg plasma tvs and free beer, but it's still half an hour of sitting there talking to someone who you don't necessarily connect with. I always get the same hairdresser at this place, and I'm not real keen on her. I'm not sure why, maybe it's because I get the feeling she's as bored as I am during our conversations. Anyway, whenever I book in there they ask me if I want anyone in particular. And I say no, and end up with her. I can't bring myself to say "For the love of God, anyone but the chick who normally cuts my hair", so I imagine I'll be getting her again tonight.

I guess I shouldn't complain, I'm not locked into getting my hair cut here. It's just they lure me in, knowing my love of a good discount voucher they keep bringing me back time and time again. I think they're hoping I'm going to relent one day and in addition to my haircut, book myself in for a $500 spa treatment and facial as well. But that's not gonna happen.

The other thing I really struggle with is when they say "So how do you want it?" I find myself unable to give much direction other than "Much shorter thanks, and kind of spiky on top." This has been known to backfire though, and result in me leaving with a flat top (not so much in classy joints like Destination for Men). Sometimes I consider the idea of bringing in a picture of a hairstyle I might like to try, but I can just picture my hairdresser, taking one look and bursting into laughter, saying "This is Brad Pitt! I could spend all week cutting your hair and there's no way you're going to look like this!" (turns to neighbouring hairdresser) "Hey Sharon - look at this guy - think's he's going to look like Brad Pitt! Yeah that'll happen!" while I slink back into my chair.

Anyway, this time tomorrow I will have shorter, spikier haircut, much like my last and the one before that. And I won't look any more or less like a movie star. But it's OK, I'm fine with it. At least I won't have to go through this again for another couple of months.