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hey! i got a haircut this week, too. it was a big, impersonal salon. the guy who cut my hair prefers to work in the glassed-in protrusion onto the sidewalk on dupont circle. yes, it freaked me out at first - there was a homeless man sitting less than 10 feet from me, staring at the window and begging. how was i not supposed to feel guilty about just sitting there, paying good money for a stupid haircut?

but i quickly forgot about the fishbowl. my cutter immediately started telling me about his boyfriend (who is a boring, he is ready for a new one). he wanted to know what kind of boys i like. he answered phone calls. he gasped and waved and said 'ooh! that guy so cuuute' at about every fifth guy that walked by the window, and then made sure to tell me that when he said 'cute', he meant 'gay'. one guy who walked by got rapid call-me-i'll-come-over-tonight motions/mouthing - he is apparently the 'new' boyfriend. and then i was confused becuase another guy popped his head in the door and got squeals and a kiss on the lips - but it turns out he's number 3. my guy was complaining that when he goes out, everybody knows him ("you're the guy who works in the window on connecticut"), but i can't see as he minded at all.

altogether, it was hilarious. and the point is: now i'm really fast, as you can see in the picture.