A woman's touch
I went for a haircut yesterday morning.
I've always enjoyed haircuts. But only if they are done by a female hairdresser. Fortunately for me, that is not a difficult thing to track down.
I like the way female hairdressers touch my scalp. Especially when she is done with the electric shaver and starts on the scissors part. My current hairdresser is quite skilled in that department and many a time, I have found myself getting drowsy from the massage-like effect it induces on me.
Jim has a simple term for this. He calls it a woman's touch.
It also helps that I am myopic. One, I can't make out the features of the hairdresser's face and hence, needn't feel embarrassed if she catches me looking at her. Two, if the hairdresser happens to be an auntie. Of course, if the hairdresser turns out to be a looker, it would negate the massage effect somewhat. Either way, I don't mind.
On a slightly different note, I also like to eavesdrop on the conversations that go on in hair salons in Sydney and compare them with those I overhear in Singapore. Over here, they talk about more personal things. Hobbies. Errands to run. The weather (a pet peeve here). What they had for lunch.
In Singapore, conversations are MUCH more interesting. I get to listen to the most recent and hottest news without having to read any papers. With personal opinions appended at the end too. Usually with a few choice swear words. Examples include politics, policy changes, latest price increases, scandals, country bashing...
I will also get to know the latest 4-D winning numbers. Again, with a few choice swear words.
But best of them all, I get to hear quite a few jokes. The good ones are usually bawdy. And in hokkien. Punctuated with yet a few more choice swear words. They probably think I don't understand hokkien and just let loose as they wish. I just play along, stifle my laughs and put on a straight face until after I've left the salon. Then go back for more when it is time for my next haircut.
When yesterday's haircut was done, the hairdresser somewhat apologetically told me prices had gone up. I've come to get used to this over my three years here; The new year seems to be the cue for everyone in Sydney to raise their prices.
In any case, I replied,"It's ok. I don't mind." I really meant it this time round.
77 days to go.
I've always enjoyed haircuts. But only if they are done by a female hairdresser. Fortunately for me, that is not a difficult thing to track down.
I like the way female hairdressers touch my scalp. Especially when she is done with the electric shaver and starts on the scissors part. My current hairdresser is quite skilled in that department and many a time, I have found myself getting drowsy from the massage-like effect it induces on me.
Jim has a simple term for this. He calls it a woman's touch.
It also helps that I am myopic. One, I can't make out the features of the hairdresser's face and hence, needn't feel embarrassed if she catches me looking at her. Two, if the hairdresser happens to be an auntie. Of course, if the hairdresser turns out to be a looker, it would negate the massage effect somewhat. Either way, I don't mind.
On a slightly different note, I also like to eavesdrop on the conversations that go on in hair salons in Sydney and compare them with those I overhear in Singapore. Over here, they talk about more personal things. Hobbies. Errands to run. The weather (a pet peeve here). What they had for lunch.
In Singapore, conversations are MUCH more interesting. I get to listen to the most recent and hottest news without having to read any papers. With personal opinions appended at the end too. Usually with a few choice swear words. Examples include politics, policy changes, latest price increases, scandals, country bashing...
I will also get to know the latest 4-D winning numbers. Again, with a few choice swear words.
But best of them all, I get to hear quite a few jokes. The good ones are usually bawdy. And in hokkien. Punctuated with yet a few more choice swear words. They probably think I don't understand hokkien and just let loose as they wish. I just play along, stifle my laughs and put on a straight face until after I've left the salon. Then go back for more when it is time for my next haircut.
When yesterday's haircut was done, the hairdresser somewhat apologetically told me prices had gone up. I've come to get used to this over my three years here; The new year seems to be the cue for everyone in Sydney to raise their prices.
In any case, I replied,"It's ok. I don't mind." I really meant it this time round.
77 days to go.
posted by Acey Deucey at 7:38 am
2 Comments:
so it's only a haircut and she holding the back of your neck during the shaving part rite?
ha, you should to include in a hair wash and let her massage your scalp. That's the best part of a woman's touch.
gingle_ale
Er... you misread. I like the scissors part the best, not the shaver part.
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