by Doug Hawley
At 8pm on a
Thursday night Duke received a call from Sally,
his regular barber of five years.
Duke, this is Sally from Hair
Apparent where you get your hair cut. I
got your number from your sign in at the shop.
Whats up Sally? Did
someone report me for bad hair? If
someone did, Ill swear that its my
fault for bad combing rather than your haircut.
No, thats not it. I have a
Have you been applying hair remover during
my cuts? That would explain a lot.
Please quit kidding, its making this
confession more difficult. I havent
been professional; I think inappropriate things
about you. My fantasies would make both of
us blush. The other barbers have
noticed that I spend more time on you than other
customers. I know that you initiated
the optional head, neck and shoulder rub, but
every time I work on you I get warm and tingly. Im
not saying you are the best looking customer that
I have, but the way that you treat me as a friend
and talk to me during the cut, you probably dont
even realize it, but you make me feel important. You
seem very smart without talking down to me. So
many customers treat me as more of a machine than
So who is your best looking customer? Maybe
I swing the other way and might be interested.
Duke, stop it! Im trying
to be serious. I know what Ive
been doing and thinking is wrong. I
suppose you didnt notice me rubbing up
against your arm when you put it on the armrest. Im
so deluded; Ive checked your hand for a
wedding ring. Anyhow, I probably wont
even be able to cut your hair anymore because
management is not happy with one of the barbers
mooning over a customer. In order to
spare me any more embarrassment, could you find
I suppose, the haircuts werent that
good anyway, even though I came in once a week. It
was mostly about seeing you. If you
think your fantasies are good, I should tell you
some of mine. I also noticed your lack
of ring. It appears Ive been
hiding my feelings even better than you. Should
we date a respectable amount of time before
I think date awhile. I come from
a very conservative family. We all
want to return to the gold standard.
OK, how about I cook us dinner at my place
Do you like chicken fajitas?
Good, it is one of the three things that I
The next morning:
Ready for breakfast?
Do you have any tofu?
Good, I hate tofu. How about
scrambled eggs and bacon, but not crisp.
We are in luck. Thats the
second thing I can cook.
Ive been thinking
If we get married now, we can have our
fiftieth wedding anniversary before Im
And before Im eighty.
I suppose both of us already did the
One or both of us is psychic.
Fifty years and one week later:
Do you think it will last?
Could go either way.
version appeared in Furtive Dalliance