Living alone Part 2

[susandennis]

I love that so many of you understood part one. This is really just an addendum which I think is interesting in only that the subject, apparently, did not leave my mind as intended...

I went to get my hair cut. To the new place. Which is now My Place. First off it is a fun place. Open, not fancy with great eye candy from the hair products in fancy colors to the art on the wall which, I learned, is different every month. There is no pretense, no fancy schmancy. Just nice.

Ken got me and he did a great job. No, no pics. I tried and couldn't get a good one but mainly just know that this morning, my hair looked liked the last time I had it cut - way too many months ago - the hair cutter was clearly concentrating on whatever was on TV instead of my hair. Now, my hair looks like I spend a lot of time and money to make it as nicely casual looking as it is. Perfect. You might have noticed my hair this morning because it was so awful. You probably wouldn't notice it now at all.

Plus, I had to practically beg Ken to sell me a hair product. It was only when I swore that the only thing I had at home was cheap hair spray that he conceded there may be an issue and sold me a small bottle of stuff for texture and hold. And he gave me a great head massage when he shampooed me and now I think I probably did not tip him enough.

The reason this is Living Alone Part 2 is NOT because I farted while he did my hair, but something he said during hair cut chit chat... he told me this morning that one of his cuttee's had told him 'Do you realized, you are the only human who ever touches me?'

Of course the massage lady touched me and well, actually, that's about it. I guess I'm a pretty touch free zone. Ruth Massage and Ken Hair.

It's not that I crave touch. I'm not even a big hugger but interesting, none the less.

And, just because I rarely have a thought that I don't share... I don't think I've ever had my hair done by a straight guy before. And he spent a lot of energy from kids pix (with ex wife) on his station to his haircut chit chat ensuring I got the message that he was wearing his straightness. He was hip but he was straight. Funny.

Comments

[jeimz.livejournal.com]

I would probably cackle (and feel disturbed privately) if I was the massage person receiving that line. :D

[susandennis]

Oops lemme try that again...

The massage lady touched me and, well, outside of the massage lady no one else has recently...

The massage lady has a great and welcomed touch! And, actually so does hair guy.

[jeimz.livejournal.com]

Oh, I've been really, really impressed by the hair shampoo/massage person's handiwork before--and I don't get touched often either. I've thought about saying something too. I just worry about it. O:-)

[jeimz.livejournal.com]

Plus I have a persistent middle school sense of humor and start giggling at unexpected touch references.

[mikeybill.livejournal.com]

I think that line about being the only person to touch is actually quite sad. Not that being in that position is sad for everyone, some are quite happy, but I doubt the "cuttee" (is that a word?) would have commented on it if it didn't matter somehow.

Studies do show that as people get older, lose partners etc, and live alone, the amount of physical contact they receive dwindles, and this can have a negative emotional effect on some.

[susandennis]

I agree about the other cuttee - that it was likely remarked out of sadness and maybe longing. I can't imagine how hard it would be to not have that if it's what you really want.

Not having touch does not bother me. I would not have thought of it unless he had made the remark. But, I think that is maybe because I've lived this way for so long - more than a decade and a half now. I'm totally ready for old age :)

[johncomic.livejournal.com]

I didn't always realize it, but touch is super-important to me. One of the greatest benefits I derive from my massage therapy is simply that I'm being touched. If I lived alone I would definitely invest in massage and shampoos and whatnot.