In Korea for over 2 years and I'm still getting warnings that xyz might just be 'a little too spicy for me.' You can reach me at Spicyenoughforyou.gmail.com; my inbox is always open :)
Loot from Myeong-dong today. After that, I went to Juno to get my hair straightened. After I saw how good KMK’s hair looked after she’d gotten hers done, I was like, eh, fuck it. I’ll go.
As Ray, the hairdresser, looked at my hair he told me I should get a treatment because I have some damage. “Not like KMK,” he said. “She has virgin hair.”
Had a chuckle at that.
The first time I got my hair washed it was by a very tall, very cute guy with braces on his upper teeth. He got some water in my ears, so at the end he literally stuck his toweled fingers in and wiggled them around to clear the water. I burst out laughing because, come on, wouldn’t you?
Got the straightening solution put in my hair, chatted with a girl who worked there because Ray saw that she was listening in on our conversation but not saying anything though apparently she wanted to.
Second wash was uneventful; got my hair dried by the first washer and I don’t know; I had a moment with him. Usually when someone dries my hair, it’s all over my face. I look like Cousin It and that’s fine—they’re doing their job and it gets done quicker that way, anyway. But this guy—he ran his fingers through my hair after brushing and then as he was drying, kept brushing my bangs out of my eyes while making eye contact and smiling. Cute.
Second chemicals went in, thanks to a hipster with a shirt opened down to his bellybutton, a pornstache and Jersey Shore gold chain, and then it was time for wash number three. Oh, what a wash it was. I got handed off to Kpop star, as I’ll call him. Guy was rocking eyeliner. He came over said “WOW!” as he stuck his hands in my hair. I asked why and the girl next to me laughed and told me I was lucky, I got the handsome guy.
“Yup, handsome guy! I’m so attractive!” (of course I craned my neck and looked up, but all I got was his eyes. Still, they were nice) He cackled. He asked if I spoke Korean; I said some and he said the same about English. He asked me if I liked Kpop and which idols I liked. He said he was like Shinee but then took it back when I asked if he was a ‘flower boy.’
“No, I’m beast boy! Beastie boy!”
Best unintentional reference ever.
T-minus three days until I can wash my hair. Hibernation mode on.