This One Time When I Lived In New York City
Aaron Bleyaert
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Oh boy, that reminds me. I was similarly struck down by a hairdresser who was half Brazilian, half Japanese who had flawless olive skin and beautiful eyes.
We flirted about and one day (as she was cutting my hair) she lent down to whisper in my ear and said “I love being next to you”… at this point my brain went totally out to lunch. I was seeing beautiful pink love heart fireworks.
She finished her sentence.
“You make me look so tanned”…