Gay

Whoa, and all you thought that _this_ would be the day I told you all I was gay. No. The thing is, we were ranging who we wanted to cut our hair. On top (this was a conversation among heterosexual men), we ranged women (straight women, how many lesbians are there in the haircutter business, I don't know). Anyways, women first, because they know better than you how you should look, they would make you look like the guys she likes. Secondly: homosexual men. They know how they would like men, which isn't so good in itself, since I don't want gay men, but women, or girls, if you wish, sometimes likes gay men. So there you are. Gay men will give you a decent haircut. Last: Straight men. They (we) don't know what they're doing and will probably mess your hair up so you don't steal his girlfriend. This was "Who do you want to cut your hair 101". Now to practice. I just came back from the hairdresser, and I was indeed cut by a man. The problem, if I may be so bold as to call it so, is that I couldn't place this dude as hetero- or homosexual. My first impression was gay, but after having had him cut my hair, I must say I think I've got him figured out. He is a wannabe gay hairdresser. Wannabe gay I mean, he _is_ a haircutter. He was the general slob of a man, just with a fancier hairdo. Anyways, it turned out ok.