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I just got home from my salon and am still in shock. My hair is so different from what I asked for, what I wanted. I think I'll feel a little better if I just tell what happened.Ok, so I have-had-hair that was about 2 inches below my shoulders. I liked having longish hair, but I'm starting a new job and I wanted something that looks good and well kept every day without too much effort. So after a lot of thinking and looking at a lot of magazines, I decided to get it cut to a little below chin length with longish bangs. I wanted it to be soft looking and to cut down on blow dryer time in the morning. Plus I'd still be able to pull it back if I wanted to.I called up and made an appoint with my haircutter. I've always had this tremendous fear of cutting my hair. I don't know why, I used to have hair that was a little below my chin.When I arrived for my appointment, I learned that my regular haircutter was sick. The head of the salon offered to cut my hair instead and was only going to make me pay what I'd have paid for my regular person. Since he was the better stylist and since his haircuts usually cost a good $30 more, I decided to take the offer.I told him what I wanted and, after getting my hair washed, I sat down in the chair, totally nervous but content. He combed out my hair and then turned the chair around so that the mirror was facing the back of my head and so that I couldn't see. He pinned up all my hair except for the back part and started cutting.I knew I was going to be loosing a lot of length and it was so scary to see seven or eight inches of my hair on the floor. And I could feel the scissors on my nech which was also really scary. I haven't felt that in five years. So he was cutting away and I was actually kind of excited about my new cut. It would make me look more sophistocated and it would be a nice change.But I felt like something was wrong. He was taking the scissors and cutting REALLY close to my neck, over, and over, and I could tell that something back there was getting awfully short. I know that they cut the underneath part shorter than the outer part so that it curls under, so I let it go.He finished with the back and the front was still past my shoulders. He combed it out again and sectioned out a part for the bangs.Suddenly I felt the scissors against the bottom of my earlobe and heard the sound of my hair being sliced off. That was the scarriest sound in the world. I closed my eyes and couldn't even say anything. Then on the other side of my head the cold metal scissors positioned themselves thouching my earlobe and cut. I was frozen. And I still had long hair in front of my face so I couldn't see.The haircutter, who was silent the whole time, then said, "Now is the best part. Close your eyes," while he combed out my soon-to-be bangs.I felt the scissors accross my forehead and I felt so naked. I knew without opening my eyes that the bangs weren'tas long as I wanted.He dried my hair and I knew it was not what I'd asked for."There you go," the haircutter said and turned the chair to face the mirror.I couldn't believe it. With my hair dried, it let my earlobes show. The bangs were straight accross my forehead. I had a short bob, not at all the soft below-chin length I wanted.Tears welled upin my eyes and I left as quickly as I could. Now I have this really sharp hair which is so unlike what I wanted. And it is so short. I can't do anything with it. And my neck is so exposed. And the world can see my earlobes. And I have tiny bangs half an inch above my eyebrows.I'm just in shock.Sorry this is so long, but I needed to tell about it. Now, I am terrified of haircuts.Angie
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