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Offline lonestaral

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Dr. Slylook (How I learned to stop worrying and love the razor)
« on: February 05, 2011, 11:28:35 PM »
When the world was younger there was plenty of cover at the North Pole.
Time passes by.

The Grey's are on the march.
The tide is going out, more and more of the beach is being exposed.
An ozone hole grows over the North Pole.

You guessed it.
Colour change and hair loss.

My wife took over the running of a restaurant.
I found my self in charge of the transport and washing up departments.
Total staff of 1. Me !

The washing up station was outside under a tin roof at the rear of the kitchen.
Did I sweat !
I told her I wanted a real short haircut.
That way I could throw water on my head to cool down and be dry in a minute.
It worked well enough.

I remembered there was an electric clippers with a No.2 guard on them somewhere around the house.
Whats the point of paying the barber thinks I.

Approached the wife on the matter.
She was a bit hesitant at first but agreed.
Once a week I sat on the swing seat in the garden and she did the mowing.
This went on for 6 to 8 months.

I began to think about shaving.
Finally broached the subject with the wife.

Immediate rejection of the idea.
In this part of the world they associate shaved heads with Buddhist monks.
I was not surprised but the seed was planted.
Kept mentioning the idea on occasion, always a no.

Not sure of the exact circumstances but one night I said I was
going to shave it all off in the morning.
She said did I want to do it there and then.
That was a surprise.
An immediate yes from me.Strike while the iron is hot.

Her only stipulation was if she did not like it I was to grow it back.

Out with the clippers, blade guard off.
Sat on the back doorstep and she went to work.
Upstairs to the bathroom, sat on a chair.
She did the shaving.

I loved the feeling of freedom.
Now I was in control of my hair, not my hair controlling me.
She was not so sure about it.

The next morning she said she liked it. It looked good.
Not a bad result in 12 hours.
That was just over 3 years ago now.
Not gone more than 2 days without a shave since. Drives me nuts otherwise.

She did the shaving for a few weeks.
Finally got round to doing it myself.

Started to grow a Van Dyke about 7 weeks ago, considering a Handlebar to go with it.
Went to Australia for New Year to see my brother, not seen him for 4 years.
Found the SBG website last week and enlisted.
Wife will be back from her travels in 2 weeks.
Sometimes life is worth living.

Anybody else got a story ?
« Last Edit: February 06, 2011, 12:26:05 AM by lonestaral »


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Re: Dr. Slylook (How I learned to stop worrying and love the razor)
« Reply #1 on: February 06, 2011, 08:56:18 AM »
Great story, Lonestar!!

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Re: Dr. Slylook (How I learned to stop worrying and love the razor)
« Reply #2 on: February 06, 2011, 09:18:45 AM »
Love the story, with a perfect ending. Really great feeling when the razor job's done and you become a Sly Bald Guy. Happened to me just over a week ago- never felt better. Welcome to the gang.

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Re: Dr. Slylook (How I learned to stop worrying and love the razor)
« Reply #3 on: February 07, 2011, 05:41:17 AM »
Nice story Al!

Here's my story:

I was born.
My grandfather was bald and my father was already showing a big forehead.
By the time I was about 10 my Dad's hair was going fast...... and I knew what my "Hair Future" would be.
Buzzed it short about ten years ago.
3 1/2 years ago I shaved it one day.
Never looked back.
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