Haircuts

I got my hair cut and dyed in Kusadasi. I've only had my hair dyed professionally once before, although I have dyed my hair myself since I was 15 yrs old. This is the darkest my hair has ever been. I love the cut and the color but it was a little shocking looking at myself at first.

I had great treatment. There were four people working on me. I was given a beer, cigarettes and gum. I actually had a pedicure too. One girl for each foot. Both of the girls were darling. While I was getting the pedicure another cute young guy dyed my hair. Since this was only the second time I've had my hair dyed for me I can't say how it's normally done. This guy was thorough. It was all very relaxing. Then a different good looking young guy, Fetih, cut my hair so quickly I didn't think he could possibly do a very good job. Like I said I loved it.

This got me thinking about all the times I've had my hair cut in a foreign country. In Costa Rica I was having an affair with a Swiss guy. He cut my hair for me. At the time I thought I would marry him. He was an international lawyer. He came to San Francisco to see me and take a language class. He got on my nerves immediately. My brother, Jonathan, had to entertain him because I didn't want to be around him. Affairs are better left in the original country.

After that I had my hair cut in Rio de Janero. I was finally getting my Spanish down when I got to Brazil. I didn't know a word although some words are similar to Spanish. I wanted my hair cut short, but what I got was a crew cut - seriously. I could run my fingers through my hair and feel the tops of them.

I had it cut in Indonesia by a barber on the street. But what I really remember was having it cut in India by a barber. For $ .60 at the time not only did you get your hair cut but you also got a head massage and your neck cracked. I felt like it was the first time I could really breath. During a four month period I had it cut two more times in India just for neck cracking. Obviously I came back with short hair again.

In Spain I told the hairdresser I wanted my hair cut like Penelope Cruz. He was so nervous his hands were shaking but he also did a great job, even if my hair was only medium length and couldn't possible look like Penelope Cruz.

Many of you know that I love my hair cut so much from this guy in Zagreb, Croatia that I went back to same guy two years later. He dyed my hair for free he was so flattered but I don't remember him being so thorough. Still it looked good.

So I left Emin. Another tear jerker. Why do I put myself through this? At least it going to make me move faster. I want to get as faraway as possible because I'm afraid I'll turn around