Haircut Boy

Over the years my Amazing Bob has had long hair and he’s had short. He sported crew cuts when he was a kiddle and again when he was in the Air Force (or Air Farce as he calls it). After that, TAB was a magnificently handsome, long haired hippy freak.

When we met he was 43. His hair was relatively short—just down past his collar. Mostly dark brown, he had these glorious white wings on each side giving him this suave, dead sexy allure. DAMN, he was fine. Still is. Duh.

In his late 50s he began keeping it fairly short. The texture of his mane was changing, he said. It just didn’t look or feel good long. OH OK, I replied, kicking pebbles with the toe of my clog—admirably restraining myself from whining and stomping my foot. Barely.

He was still a stunner. Gee Donna, ya think?

After we moved down here to Valhalla, he began going to an old time-y barber dude. A tonsorial artist without artistry. Here’s the thing though—between the evolving nature of his thatch and the hair cutter’s stylings, TAB  ended up rockin’ the Johnny Rotten look something fierce. Whoa babies, my man was sexy!

Jen and I would ooh and aah after every new haircut and he would just give us the you two are so odd, raised eyebrow face. Eh, whatevah.

Yesterday we entered a new do stage. We went to Supercuts where TAB asked the nice lady to shave his head. You see, he’s reached the stage in chemo where his hair’s falling out—coming out in clumps. It’s annoying and disconcerting with a dash of sad making. It’s better to get the bald pate all at once than to have wads and hunks coming out slowly, painfully—underscoring the whole poisoning your body to cure it, scary-ass chemo thing.

An aside—the wonderful woman who did the deed on TAB's attic not only didn't charge him, she refused to take a tip. She said it was her gift towards his recovery. Wow!

Yesterday’s cutterage was a big deal. The last time he featured this guise was in the military. NOT a happy time. Jen, Oni, TAB and I celebrated his new look with Chinese food and cake last night. While sitting at their cozy dining room table with the warm glowing light, I realized something. I’d not been able to take my eyes off TAB and his fresh aspect. He was stunning! The shape of his head, his cheekbones, beautiful strong nose and chin—everything shown so brightly without all the distracting hair.

Just so’s ya know, I hooked up with TAB, almost 30 years ago now, for good reasons besides his stunning packaging. No, HONEST and true!