What I Didn’t Think
When I first saw this advertisement from Jockey…
Jockey Underwear (Haircut)…I didn’t immediately reflect on what a sensual pleasure it is to have your hair cut by a beautiful woman.
I didn’t think about her cradling the back of my neck as I leaned back and rested my head in the shampoo sink. I didn’t think of her reaching across my face to turn on the water and catching the subtle fragrance of the perfume on her wrist. And I didn’t think about her taking the sprayer and rubbing it slowly against my scalp, the warm water making me a little fuzzy-headed.
I didn’t think about her pouring the shampoo into her cupped hand and then working it into my hair, her fingernails applying just the right amount of pressure on my scalp. Not too hard, not too soft.
I didn’t think about her rinsing the shampoo out of my hair and applying the conditioner, the smell of cherry and almonds filling the air. I didn’t think about how there would be no fingernails this time, just the tips of her fingers sliding effortlessly through my hair. Around and around they would swirl, my head bobbing softly left, then right, then left, then right.
I didn’t think about her rinsing the conditioner out of my hair and then cradling the back of my neck to raise me up out of the sink. I didn’t think about her plopping a towel on my head and softly dabbing at my hair, then throwing the towel around my shoulders and saying, “Follow me.” And I didn’t think about how I would be thinking, “Anywhere….”
I didn’t think about sitting down in the chair and having her appraise me in the mirror. I didn’t think about how she might ask, “So, what are we doing this time?” And I didn’t think about how thrilled I would be that she remembered me from last time. “I just need it cleaned up a little…I’m trying to grow it out,” I might say, hoping she would think that I was only six inches of hair away from looking like Brad Pitt in Legends of the Fall.
I didn’t think about her running her fingers through my hair, feeling her way around the back of my head, and then grabbing my bangs and pulling them down over my eyes. And I didn’t think about her grabbing her scissors and working quickly and expertly, the air tinged with the danger of having a sharp implement whizzing past my ears and eyes.
I didn’t think about hearing the soft hum of the clippers as she cleaned up the back of my neck and then grabbing her soft brush to sweep the hair off of my cheeks and neck. I didn’t think about the chill that would pass down my spine as she blew softly on my ear to remove a few stray hairs. And I didn’t think about her putting her soft hand on my shoulder, smiling, and saying, “Done.”
I didn’t think about any of those things.
All I though was, “Ooo, itchy. He’s going to get hair down his waistband.”
Comments
Jenny
Yeah, and did you notice that she’s wearing *flannel* pajama bottoms? Who in their right mind cuts hair wearing flannel?! Your PJs would look like they were made of mohair by the time you were done! And why would you worry about how your hair looks if you were out camping in the middle of nowhere with only a flimsy piece mosquito netting to shield you from the elements, as these folks apparently are? And who would take their pricey exotic-wood-and-boar-bristle brush and a nice TV tray with them on a weekend camp-out? I mean, how stupid do these advertisers think we are?
And besides all that, it *would* itch!…
ames
Contoured pouch?
Jodi
Oh my. Oh my. (Rest of comments not fit to print.)