It is not easy to look this great. It takes years to find the right diet, plastic surgeon, fitness program, but more importantly, the right hairdresser. And I have been doing the latter wrong all these years of my adulthood.
My hair has been messed up with no clear direction and simply trying to get some styling done has proven to be an utter challenge.
Like so many trendsetters before me, men have gone to high street hair salons, operated by wonderful women who had or has little understanding for a man’s desire to look awesome. I need to look like a lumberjack, fresh from the mountains, and still rock an office doe that will make my male colleagues stare in amazement wondering who this awesome dude is.
The answer has been simple and right in front of me, but I haven’t dared to set my feet in barbers since I was 9 years old.
Back then, in the late 70’s, I went to the local barber in my home town. The “barbers” had no training whatsoever and probably learned how to cut hair on Barbie dolls, sheep or blindfolded. They knew the one cut, and if you asked for another, they frowned and gave you the standard cut.
Because I was 9 and had been running around all day, I was rather tired. As a result, I started to doze of in the barber’s chair. For the record … BIG MISTAKE!
I most have tilted my head slightly as the older (70+ year old) barber was cutting, and my fringe ended up with an increase of 2 inches from left to right. It looked as if I had a half open curtain across my forehead, resembling characters from “Dumb Dumber”.
As a 9 year old boy, that is not cool. I knew I would get a severe beating from other boys at school, or at least be humiliated in front of my 3rd grade crush. Utter devastation loomed.
I begged my mother to correct the mistakes, either by cutting the fringe straight or buying me a cool woollen hat, despite it being mid summer and 80+F degrees.
Years later, the trauma was still haunting me, when Felicia (3rd grade crush) laughed at my fringe that had been corrected by my mum, and was not 3 inches above my eye brows and none-existing.
Being happily married, and only other dad’s to impress at local school, I decided it was time to find a suitable barber. You see them all over and I’ve sent my son there a few times with ok results.
I found this cool place, Dapper Ways, and booked a time. I had no idea what the different options were (gentleman’s cut, etc.) but that was part of the experience. Dapper Ways has a cool interior and something seemed right.
Upon arriving, Nick greeted me. He happens to be the owner and carries this amazing beard, and arms covered in tattoos. I was greeted with a smile and took my place in the barber’s chair. The next 40 mins was an experience I had not tried before.
This dude knows how to cut hair and beard. He was using the buzzers, scissors and blade razor. I had warm shaving foam on my face, hot towel and he even edged my sides to perfection. Man, this was awesome.
I looked sharp. I had a hair doe that made me feel like a million dollars, and Nick had been a true gentleman when doing his thing. I can only say, you gotta try and visit Nick.
This was absolutely the best hair dresser experience in decades, when I tried to impress a cute girl who was a hair dresser and learning Italian … another blog post entirely.
It was so good my wife smiled and winked at me, and pinched my left butt cheek. My co-workers parted in front of me like Moses at the Red Sea, and the guys were asking what happened. OK, slightly exaggerated, but it was bloody cool.
A few weeks later I took my son, and Nick did another splendid job. Please note, my son has Down Syndrome, and sitting still is an Olympic challenge, but there was no moving around and just cool attitude towards getting his hair done.
3 thumbs up - Go visit Nick and Dapper Ways!