Hair-gasm

Before I proceed with this post I must first let you know I tried this title out on my Dad. He didn't pass out or threaten me with disownment. All he did was roll is eyes in disgust and disapproval... and then I think I saw him smirk just a little bit or maybe it was just gas. Either way, I took it as a sign that I could use the word hair-gasm on this blog without offending too many.

Now I will continue...

Nate has a pretty good head of hair.
So good that he was voted BEST HAIR in high school.
That would be going on my resume for sure.

"I had all honors in high school,
I fed the homeless & clothed the naked,
and did I mention
I was voted BEST HAIR in high school?"

The thing about Nate's hair is that it's difficult to cut.
(My apologies to the 5 people reading this blog that have cut his hair before.)
Not only is his hair hard to cut, but he extremely particular on how it is cut-
like anal retentive particular.
(Again I apologize to those same 5 people.)

Ever since our move from Philly Nate has been struggling to find
"THE ONE".

You know,
"The one" that was birthed on this earth specifically to cut your hair.
"The one" that once you find, you vow to have that person cut your hair forever.
"The one" that knows you like the side of your hair shaved with a #1,
and the top cut just above finger length
with the sides blended kinda roundish.

I've tried to be "The one" for Nate once, but I failed miserably.

Well after a year and a half of searching Nate has finally found "The one".
And the conversation we had after he had his first haircut by "The one" was priceless.
Simply priceless.

And now for a video portrayal of our conversation. Except in this version we like to wear full spandex body suits and masks to keep our anonymity.

I guess it's a good thing I'm not the jealous type.

(Note: If you're viewing this from a feed burner, you have to click over to watch the video)