Hairdo Stories

During the next week, school was winding down for all of us. Gina had checked the train schedules and, although it was going to be a long trip, we decided to go to Jones Beach the following Saturday. Then Gina said, “You know, I’m tired of these pigtails. I’m getting a new hairdo this week.” Jenny chimed in, “I’ll go with you. I don’t want to stuff this ponytail under a bathing cap.” “This a great idea. We need to replace...

CHAPTER 1 I’d had a few relationships through high school, college and for a year or two after graduating. They slowly tapered off as I developed my own internet marketing business. It was long hours and I spent it pretty much completely alone in an office that I rented. Heck, my office was by a door near the rear entrance to the building so I couldn’t even tell you who was next door. The lack of social contact didn’t bot...

AVATAR Mutant John doesn’t smile much, but when he opens the door of his ground floor flat and sees me he beams so widely and toothily that he looks like someone else. I slip off my sunglasses, stow them in my bag, then look up at him. As we stand there it feels as if we are two shy people meeting on a first date. He goes to say something, shakes his great shaggy head, then smiles some more. Then he opens his arms. I cros...

Back in the days when studying for my marketing degree, I had a girlfriend who worked at the front desk of a salon.  Sometimes, I would pick her up after work.  I remember loving the smells and sounds of the salon, seeing how women would enter looking one way, undergo a makeover, sometimes a pretty radical one, and leave looking totally different.  I remember thinking how much power the stylists had to transform someone a...