the consequences of getting a haircut and make-up done by a cute guy with a british accent...

in need of a slight pick-me-up, i wanted to get a haircut that was considerably shorter than my now-then long locks; something that would be fun and appropriate for the remainder of the summer. the guy who cut my hair was new; relatively good looking, reminding me of a european soccer player - the fellow seemed well put together; he even had one of the nicest british accents i've ever had the pleasure of encountering. and so, i thought that he showed great potential; enough to trust my hair in his hands. however, after a 2-hour chopping session, i left the salon feeling similar to how i felt the day before grade 8 photo-day (which was NOT at all glamorous back then, for those of you wondering). when the poor bloke asked me if i liked what he had done to my hair, i actually didn't have the heart to tell him that i was a bit disappointed, simply because aside from the fact he was ridiculously attractive, he seemed to be having just as bad of a morning as i was and his instructor was already giving him a hard time about cutting my hair "one side longer than the other" and how it wasn't a "creative cut" :o(

poor guy. what probably made it worse for him was that he was then instructed to do my make-up touch-up - which he admitted was actually the first time he'd ever applied make-up in his life. i probably should have suggested that blush is only really supposed to go on the apples of the cheeks... i probably should have *also* told him that he was using an eye-shadow brush to apply gloss on my lips.

*sigh* well, can't really blame the guy for trying. besides, if hairstyling doesn't work out for him, he *could* have a potential career in soccer waiting for him in the future :oP