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"Nearly done now. Just fixing around the ears"
I scrunch up my nose as the loose hairs fall and tickle me and David laughs when he sees my face in the mirror as I stick out my tongue in response. I don't know what convinced me to shave my head again. Maybe it was a way of rebelling against the popular image of the musicians partner, you know the one - makeup, long flowing hair, legs that start at their ears and breasts that would give you a black eye if you went jogging. However, I think the main reason was because it helped me feel better. Plus I loved seeing Davids concentration face as he tries not to fuck up.
He switches the razor off and uses his hand to brush off the loose hair from my forehead and cheeks while circling me and checking out his work.
"All done?" I ask while watching him try not to step on my 5 inches of hair spread around the kitchen floor in a wide circle and failing miserably.
David puts the razor on the sink counter and clasps my buzzed head in both hands. He rubs his hands over where my hair once was as if he was turning a football in his hands. He starts to laugh and kisses my head.
"I actually quite like it now. Makes you look like you, not an egg this time"
We both laugh as what comes to mind are the paper clippings we saved from when he first shaved my head. My personal favorite was Ziggy Stardust and the egg from Mars which is framed in our bathroom above the headline, Bowie, dating a man or woman? His response was to this was to simply walk out of the interview while saying "as far as the papers are concerned I'm dating an egg which seems to more acceptable than me dating a boy!" We laughed all that night about how the media still didn't know if they should call me he or she or it, and while he made egg puns, which were egg-celent if I may say so.
As I looked in the mirror, turning my head around to see if he made any error and feeling my freshly buzzed head, David finished sweeping up my hair and stood behind me. Him being 5'10" and me being 5'1" ment he had no problem putting his chin on my head and making goofy faces at me. I couldn't help but laugh at this middle aged man with nearly shoulder length mousy hair acting like a six year old. But then again this was nothing new.
"I need to ask you something really important. Unbelievably important", David said as he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face him. Looking up I forgot how beautiful his eyes are and got mesmerized for a few seconds.
He bent down slightly as to be nearly eye level with me and kept his hands firmly on my shoulders and with a stern look on his face siad, "The most important question right now is do you like it and are you okay with being my alien egg boy once again?". As he posed the question I could see him try not to smile which is so very hard for this man child not to do.
"Of course not", I answered trying to be serious but obviously failing as David burst into laughter. He kissed the top of my head.
"I think you look egg-stremely handsome"
