"It's a surprise, You love surprises..."

TJ had just finished unloading my raised garden bed into my backyard (it is an old water trough and roughly the size of a love seat), when he pulled out a small silver case and an extension cord from his car. He had a strange smirk on his face when he asked me to pull up one of my outdoor chairs.

"A cord, a case, and a chair.... I'm not connecting the dots TJ. What are you doing?"

"Not me, you're doing it." Sly smile getting bigger.

"What is it that I'm doing?" He opened the case to reveal a set of clippers and razors. "Your hair?! I can't cut your hair!" I had been asking if he would let one of our friends cut his hair while she taught me, to which he had been very reluctant. 

"This is what you wanted, so here we go!"

"No, this isn't at all what I said! I have to learn first!" Well, my freaking out did not do much. He assured me that all I was giving him was a buzz cut - even all the way around. I watched a short Youtube video, then ever so slowly began to razor my way through his mop of brown hair. Though it was slower than the barber in the video, and though there are short hairs that are difficult to catch, I finished. He looked very handsome as the mustache also came off, though I worried that I was cutting it too short and making him bald. "That's nature, not you." 

He said I did an excellent job and that he would allow me to do it again. I think I am overly confident now though, because I hope the next one will be an actual haircut, and not just a buzz. 

Look at that curly top!

I couldn't help myself..

Handsome face!

The mustache had not yet come off.