The longest relationship I have ever had with a man is 17 years. That has been with, Tim, who cuts my hair.
Going in for a much needed haircut, he knows the drill... take a couple inches off and thin it out. After a fabulous hair wash (he has great hands), and a haircut, he likes to straighten my hair. I usually protest, but today I just let him.
I remember 17 years ago when he and his partner started dating. Kurt would sit and watch Tim in a trance do my hair. It is relaxing. All these years later, they are still together and have their own salon together. I adore them both.
Straight hair, don't care... it's all over when I wash it.
