Hair Part 2

On way to see Dave at his new Salon, notice new little shop right next door. Shop having a sale. Find pants (only the tiniest bit too long,) two polo shirts that don't look like Uniform tops or golf shirts, and four pairs of socks. Socks very expensive, but feel that the effect of interesting socks on mood well worth it. Go see Dave in high spirits. Show Dave clothes. He puts cape around me, asks, What do you want? Do you want to keep the top long? Have resoved to be firm with Dave. (Years ago when go to get hair cut, sit down and Dave says, Why don't we keep it short on the sides and on top but a little longer in the back? Image conjured up by this discription very alarming. Say, Like a Mullet? Dave very excited. Yes! Exactly like a Mullet! Dave's enthusiasm contagious and walk out of Salon with Mullet which very quickly grows into Mullet with a Rat Tail) Tell Dave, I want it short all over. This heat, you know. He nods gravely. How about we put some color in it. Say, Dave, I am thirty. At this he looks a little hurt. His hair is an usual shade of brownish green, which is objectively unattractive, but somehow comes off looking extremely stylish. He is about six two and not a skinny boy and somehow, when is is sad, has the look of a Saint Bernard. This is very upsetting. Do whatever you want, I say, I just want to feel cooler as in colder. His face relaxes. I'll make it look messy, he says. We have a small skirmish about the Rat Tail, but he cuts it off without too much fuss. The result is great, and am very pleased. Dave refuses to take any money, but I shove a couple of twenties into his pocket mock flirtatiously. We make plans to get drinks n next week. Emerge from Salon feeling five pounds lighter. It has rained and air pleasant. Take bags home and sleep very soundly.