And then I clinched the victory yesterday in a few short seconds.
Boyfriend doesn't get haircuts, he just shaves his head and then it grows out. Yesterday was a shave day, our one bedroom apartment was a buzz (pun so intended that it even more painful than a usual pun) with excitement.
My job is to simply come in at the end and clean up the back. I have done this before, and I have done this badly before. My first move this time was to take out a nice chunk about two inches above the hairline in the back. Whoops. And then spend the rest of the time telling him it's not that bad. But he can see my face in the mirror, it's not good.
And to top it off, I am writing about it on the internet. I AM THE WORST. THE WORST I TELL YOU.