So, I got a haircut the other week.
Because I had been so busy at work, it honestly had been at least 2 months since my last haircut, if I had to guess.
So, I left it to my (Latin@) (transgender) stylist to choose a haircut, and (s?)he did a longer cut, because (s?)he likes the way my hair towards the back of my head falls, at that longer length.
I noted, too, after the haircut, that my hair seems to be getting lighter again, after several years of getting ashier.
"That's because it's starting to go grey," (s?)he was like.
I found that interesting, and noted that I had a few white hairs appearing in my sideburns, which (s?)he then said (s?)he had noticed too.
Also, since the last time I had come in, the (Japanese) woman who owns the salon had decided to sell the place, I found out, and there's a local guy looking into buying it.
"He said he's seen me here and at the gym and he likes what I do," said my stylist.
"I guess that's nice," I was like, "But it's also a little creepy, like he's stalking you."
"Yeah," (s?)he was like.
I then asked about who the guy was, and it turns out that he lives in the neighborhood, and his name is "Milo".
"Oh," I was like, "Is he Greek?".
"He's something," my (Latin@) (transgender) stylist was like.
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