So, two weeks ago, faced with a fledging bald patch after two decades with long hair, I took a set of clippers to my scalp and gave myself a no. 3 all over. What have I learned since?
1. This feels really strange. I'm not weirded out by the way the wind feels across my head any more, but I still get loads of 'ghost hair' moments where I instinctively go to move hair that just isn't there. This is going to take a while to get used to.
2. Apparently this look suits me. I guess this is a good thing. Better than the alternative, I guess. It is a relief to learn that I don't have a weirdly-shaped lumpy head or anything. But at the same time, what does this say about me? Boring, generic, unremarkable haircut suits boring, generic unremarkable man? Sounds about right.
3. While my friends all assure me I look great (or, at least, those that venture an opinion at all; I assume those that think it looks awful will probably have the good manners to keep that to themselves), nobody is actually attracted to me. Which is exactly the situation before I cut my hair. So in that respect, there has been no change. Almost as if the reason nobody is remotely interested has nothing to do with my hair, or even much to do with the way I look at all. I'm not much to look at, but I don't stand out as particularly ugly either. It's my personality that's the big turn-off.
