I got my hair cut the other day. Yes, I caved. What can I say? I was on a one way road to mullet-ville. I was sooooo tempted to try the guy thing. You know, try to find the cheapest place to get a haircut. I remember when I was in Centreville that there were two different barber shops run by Vietnames families. The one that I went to was nice because they would cut my hair at 8am on Saturday mornings and they didn’t open until 9. I really liked that place. Price of my haircut? $12. The other place was interesting. It looked like a barber shop and had lots of people in it. But they were all Asian males inside. And haircuts were only $6. I swear that I saw one man walk out holding a bloody towel to his head. And that explains why I stayed with the $12 haircut.

Anyhow, this past week I got my hair cut by a half Guatemalen, half Cuban young lady named Jasmine. First, let’s go ahead and repeat Michael’s Mantra: Mikey like blondes. Ok, repeat. Mikey like blondes. Thank you. Jasmine, being the slinky, 21-year old Latina, isn’t blonde. Au contraire! As with all the other women who work at Bubbles she had highlights streaking through her hair. Oy. My hairstylist was a hot bunny from New York. MEOW.

So we get to talking and we’re having a grand old time. I’m sitting there getting my hair cut and trying to look down her shirt every time she bent over; she’s trimming my hair and rubbing her boobs on me. I think that was an even trade. We had each other laughing our asses off . My typically 30 minute haircut stretched into an hour because we were having so much fun together.

When I told her that I used to teach, she said that I look like I would have been a great teacher. That’s when I looked in the mirror and saw myself, wrinkles and all, and her – young, spry and sexy. I felt horrible. The thought of ‘Why am I flirting with this girl? I’m nowhere near her type’. But then she gave me one of the best pick me ups I’ve had in a while. She said that I looked like a softy as a teacher and that made me feel a little down. Then she said that I didn’t look like I had a mean bone in my body and that she wouldn’t have misbehaved in any of my classes.

Wait for it…wait for it…

…and that she liked older men. Oy.

Jasmine, in a completely platonic way, I love you.