A Special Date

I haven’t seen you in awhile.

he said.

I’ve been waiting.

I murmured.

You’re sure about this, right?

he asked in some trepidition, reacting perhaps to some hidden uncertainity in my voice.

I trust you completely.

I dimpled back. And closed my eyes. His hands moved gently.

An hour later we were done. I stood up and told him,

You’re the best, you know?

He just smiled.

He’s modest but creative, my hair-stylist. πŸ˜‰

And as I walked out of the door, his last words were,

I really like you. You give me all the freedom I want and it makes me put my heart into my work!!!

So I’m now wearing a man’s heart…not on my sleeve….but woven into my crowning glory!! πŸ˜€

12 thoughts on “A Special Date

  1. I can so totally relate…….my stylist Shane is so……oooooo awesome…….I have such a big crush on him that’s besides the fact that he gave me such a good style……complete make over……now the problem is that he has apparently moved to another salon and charges double his fees (which were as it is steep)………);

  2. @ Rambler: Some men are smart. πŸ˜‰

    @ wild_horses: πŸ˜€ We aim to surprise!

    @ Chrissy: Really? You too??? I know the feeling. Can introduce you to my man if you’re ever in my city.

    @ Dusty, Prasoon, greekalphabet: Thengyu! πŸ˜€

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