About a month ago, maybe a bit longer, Chandler decided that he was going to go get his hair cut into a mohawk. Prior to doing this, he had asked me what I thought about the idea, and I really didn't give him an answer one way or the other, partly because I didn't think he would do it, and partly because I really didn't care one way or the other. I saw him the night that he got it done, and I have to say, in all honesty, I really didn't mind it. As the weeks went by though, I started to realize that there was something that I really did mind. I minded the fact that except for the hair that was on top of his head, which was usually sculpted into the traditional mohawk look, I had nothing to run my fingers through, and I missed that!
The more I started thinking about that fact, the more I decided that dropping hints about him letting it grow out would be a good idea. So I did. They were very subtle, but nonetheless direct enough for him to get the hint, or so I thought. On Thursday night, the 16th, while one of his staff members was up there, he asked her to brush his bangs out of his face. His hair wasn't done because it had just been washed, so it was all floppy, and in his face. She (the staff member) asked him when he was going to let it grow out, and he told her he didn't know. Then he turns to me and says, "she doesn't like the mohawk."
She says, "nope, I don't, do you, Danielle?"
"I'm hoping it will grow out for much of the reasons than the fact that I don't like it."
"Why is that?" She asked. Due to the fact that I didn't want to tell her because I felt like she was being nosy, I just smiled.
He knew exactly what I was talking about though, and with a grin said, "who says I'm going to let it grow out that long?" "Nobody, but a girl can hope, can't she?"
So when I saw him last Friday night, the 17th, and realized he had shaved the sides off once again, just as it was to grow out, I must admit that for a split second I was crushed! Although I didn't say anything to him about it at the time, and I probably should have, it was momentarily devastating because I am such a tactile person, and enjoy being able to do that so much!
I guess I'm going to need to be a lot less subtle about what I really want. You know, you would think after almost 4 1/2 years, I would have learned that by now. Apparently though, it needs to keep slapping me in the face in order for me to get a clue. I promise though sweetheart, I'll make a much better effort at being almost to direct because not only is it something you've been asking me to do, (and granted, I think I've made great strides) but when I become what I feel like is almost too direct, it always seems to get me what I want! That being said, lets start with this: LET IT GROW OUT! 