I went for a haircut to a boutique today an hour back. I was too lazy to find a cheaper place. My hair stylist introduced her self by saying " i am ** P ** you must be * Gamma *… so nice to meet you". She helped me to my seat and took my sweater off. She was probably 5’5, nothing too attractive… may be 22 years old, a petite girl, blond highlights, a modest girl. I was not attracted or anything because i normally go for the busty girly girls but this one enslaved me in other ways. Read on.
As soon as i took my seat and told her i wanted my hair cut short… she nodded and said : “do you cook”. I was caught off guard. I said “sometimes”. She took my head in her arms and very gently cut my hair. I could see her face. She was content, happy, she wore an angelic smile that was mesmerizing and slightly intimidating at the same time. I wanted to stop every thing. Stop time… freeze the universe and be suspended in that moment forever. I didn’t want anything. I just wanted the privilege of looking at her smile. Not her lips, or her face, or her petite stature… Just the smile… the pair of two lips with the glow of angels.
She started talking…again… i listened. She asked me about my work, life, friends and family. We talked. I forgot i was getting my haircut. We just talked. I forgot we had just met. i talked as if she was the only one. I couldn’t remember why i was here, we talked. I just wanted to listen to her. Know more about her. Let her talk and just talk.
She told me it was time for my shampoo and she gently removed the apron. She calmly brushed the hair off from my shoulders with her hands and asked me to follow her. i felt moved by her attention to detail. She worked her hands gently, shampooing my hair. She put in effort, almost as if taking pleasure. It wasn’t a chore for her till she could get the next customer. No… she took pleasure in pleasing me. I was moved by her meticulous attention to detail.
She then started to cut my hair from the top. I could feel her soft skin. I accidentally smelled her hands and i was blown away. My inner core melted. A scent … so un familiar… so warm. Not intoxicating or sexual… NO!. Just … warm and serene. Forget roses… tulips… and all man made perfumes… everything worldly that i held intoxicating turned into a pile of steaming heap of garbage. For she was divine… perfect…she smelled of, for a lack of better word, like “heaven”. Her scent told me that there is perfection in the world an attribute that only god could have bestowed upon her. She smelled of perfection. She smelt godly
It was a powerful experience. She took an hour to cut my hair and just talked and talked. I closed my eyes and saw her as a scented voice. Her body meant nothing. She didn’t occupy space and time at that time… she crossed over to some inner dimension. Her voice played sweet symphonies within my heart. Her scent lifted me… i felt i was not a person… i was just an object. She worked with me. I was her art work. She sculpted me for hours. I surrendered.
At the end of it, I didnt know what to say. She gave me a hefty 35 dollar bill for the haircut i left 70 dollars and walked out. She told me she had a boyfriend but i want to see her again. She gets off from work in 2 hours. I wanna go back to her not as a subject. Not to be pleased… but to understand her more. I miss the scent, her small stature… i wanna lift her. She pleased me. I want to please her. I wanna hear the same music, the symphony again. I wanna be sculpted again.
