A True experience from my anonymous friend.

                                 Every time I visit a barbershop, I feel like to shear off my hair to nothing, but thinking about facing friends, family and colleagues always restricts me from doing it. All the time I think of getting a head shave or buzz cut but never tried except in childhood. I don't regularly go to one barbershop, every time I travel miles away to find a well ambient barbershop. I love going to barbershop and I spend hours waiting outside and watching others get shaved and trimmed. Some days I even watch men's head being shaved live in barbershop and those days become memorable in my life. Most of the time I ask the barber to shave my head and soon after he takes razor I act like changing my mind and go for a regular haircut.

Summer of 2015 is approaching, Last week one day I left my office early than usual, I had my plans to visit my friends home, to trim my hair and to bar. After visiting my friends home, my friend accompanied me to the bar.  I had four pegs of my regular scotch and started driving back home waving my friend at bar. On the way I remembered about my haircut, usually I don't visit barbershop if I am drunk. That day I changed my direction to find a good barbershop. I really wanted to visit a new barbershop that day. It was becoming late night and most of the shops started closing there business. After driving quite long distance I finally found a barbershop. The barbershop was in the first floor of a road side complex, All other neighboring shops were closed and the road was silent with pale yellow street light. I could see a customer on the barber's chair from outside. I slowly moved in to the barbershop and sat in the waiting chair. He almost done with his customer. The barber was a short and fair man with curly hair. Soon her invited me to the chair and closely capped me with a nylon black cloth. With a unpleasant face the barber asked me

"How you are doing?"

I paused a moment watching my reflection in mirror and said

"Well, Let me have a head shave with the straight razor, I usually get shaved during summer"

Usually barbers will have a surprise look after I ask them to shave my head. But this barber didn't show any reaction. He turned back to load the razor. That made me more and more exited. After loading the razor, he started drenching my hair, the drenching was too heavy and started massaging my head. Usually I ask the barber, not to shave head as soon as he loads the razor. But that day I was enjoying and I was delaying myself to stop the barber. Soon the barber opened the razor and parted some hair in middle of my head with his two fingers and placed my the razor in head. My stop command and the shaving of a strand of hair in my head was simultaneous. I finally came back to reality(I was drunk and it slowed me in saying stop shaving head) and saw a visible portion of my scalp in my middle head. I actually don't wanted to shave head and I felt goosebumps in my whole body. The barber stared at me and asked

"you said to shave and what happened now "

I said " I changed my mind"

He felt irritated and asked " So you want leave like this."

I was still in the shock and started realizing that I need to shave my head completely bald. The barber was waiting for my reply. I didn't have the strength to see myself bald for real. I need to prepare my mind before shaving my head. I apologized the barber and asked him to dry my hair and leave me alone. Though confused, the barber accepted my request and did the same, while leaving the barber chair he remind me that there is no other way to hide the shaved patch of scalp and its better to shave head completely to hide the awkwardness. With a dull face I left the barbershop and entered my car. I saw my bald patch through side mirror of car and even felt the scalp using finger. I spend sometimes looking myself in mirror, took a no of selfies in mobile. I finally decide to shave my head and found that barber beginning to close his shop from inside car. I reentered the barbershop. The barber stared at my face.

I said "I am sorry for the trouble, please shave my head bald"

The barber asked me to sit down. He first took a clipper having some guard on it and started trimming the front portion of my head. He continued to back ans side I found all my hair falling he and there. That was a random improper haircut, buzzing all my hair to #3. Then he squeezed down a portion of shaving gel into my head and stared brushing to produce a thick lather. He opened the razor and stared shaving from middle, the white scalp was visible. He carefully shaved from middle of my head to back. After finishing he started shaving sides and side burn. At last he shaved the front portion of my head leaving me with a clean bald head. He re-lathered head and started shaving again to ensure a smooth shave. The cold that I felt after applying the after shave lotion was soothing. I rubbed my bald head with my bare hands. After uncapping me, I asked the barber to shave my stubble beard and thick mustache as I found this is the chance to experiment everything. He lathered my beard and mustache and shaved them fast. Stepping out of the barbershop realizing the fact that I was completely bald and the effect of alcohol made me fall into a magical feeling. I felt my bald head with bear hands by continuously rubbing it.

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