Should He Spend His off Day Getting a Much Needed Hair cut?

“Did you see that game last night?” Darryl said, “The Hawks handled their business.”

     “The Hawks suck.” Rich added.

     “True, true but last night they did work. They had this new cat running the point and he was doing his thing. Pushing the ball and looking like Jason Kidd and shit. Looked like a completely different team.”

     “They still suck.”

      Ah the barbershop talk. It doesn’t matter where you are in this great nation there is always somebody in a barbershop talking mess about something, albeit sports, politics, music, or the local gossip. Justin listened as they talked about his exploits from the game last night. It was funny since nobody had a clue of who he was. 

      He is in **** need of a haircut. He hasn’t gotten one in a mouth thanks to his running around with the Clippers and stuff. He usually good about his hair which he wears at a low fade, but now he is rockin a mini-afro. A nappy ass mini-afro.

     His friend in Atlanta John suggested this place out in Dekalb County just east of Atlanta. How in the hell did they know this place existed is beyond him. It was a unisex salon with half of it being a barbershop and the other half being a beauty saloon. The barbershop side was rather empty compared to the beauty saloon where there were women out the ass. It lived up to every expectation he’s ever had of black Atlanta. Women with the chic trendy cuts to the un-be-weaveable extensions in crazy colors. There were the women that looked like they could offensive linemen for the Atlanta Falcons and tall sexy women that put Halle Berry to shame.

     Ironically the finest woman there wasn’t a patron but one of the stylists. She stood there looking like the embodiment of Atlanta. Standing at most 5’4” she had it really going on wearing her snug fitting jeans, and a yellow top that hugged her busty hourglass figure. She had a body like video Vixen with her large full 34D’s, small 25” waist and killer 38” hips. She had the kind of body that makes your dick throb. She had some serious hair, some Chaka Khan like hair, large long and curly. It was also blonde, something that he didn’t like on black women but it fit her well. Maybe it was that sandy caramel skin of hers that just glowed. All in all it was her face that did it for him. The girl was as cute as can be with these sulty alluring features that made him stare.

     “Yo Zora what ‘chu doin’ tonight?” Darryl asked.

     “Well that depends.”

     “Depends on what?” 

     “Depends on if you are going to ask me out or not.”

     “Oh, okay.” Darryl said cracking a smile. “Let’s say that I ask you out?”

     “Well, you know that there is a Star Gate I marathon on Sci-Fi channel tonight.” She nonchalantly said causing people to start laughing at Darryl’s weak ass pick up attempt.

    “So it’s like that huh? So what’s up Zora? Why can’t you give a brutha a shot?”

    “You couldn’t handle this Darryl.” 

    “Let a brotha get a try and then we’ll see.”

    “Whatever.”

    “Seriously. I don’t ever see you messing with anybody. You shoot down everyone that tries to kick it to you.”

    “And?”

    “What’s up? You gay or something?” He asked.

    “What do you think?”

    “Actually yeah.”

    “Oh so I don’t mess around with any of you yahoos then I’m a lesbian?”

    “Something like that.”

    “Well I just haven’t run into anyone here worth wild.”

Darryl laughed, “You mean as long as you worked here you haven’t seen anyone you’d want to get with? Oh yeah, you’re a dike.”

    “Is that what you think? You think I’m gay?”

    “Nobody as fine as you stays single unless they are hooking up with some chick.”

    “Maybe I just want to be alone.”

    “So you are a lesbo that has a bunch of sex toys. I mean as long as you’ve been here you haven’t wanted to get with any Niggas.”

   “I’d get with him.” She said pointing at Justin who sat calmly as Rich cut his hair.

   “Him?” Darryl asked.

   “Before I get with you, hell yeah.” She said as everyone laughed. Apparently the two of them do this a lot.

  “Well playa, what are you going to do?”