I did it. I shaved it all off. This isn’t my first time. The first time was my senior year in high school. Or more accurately towards the end of the summer just before my senior year started.
I was pulling an all nighter at the movie theatre I worked at. We were painting the bathroom stalls. During a pause in the work, my boss, shaved my head. I still remember the cool touch of the bathroom stall walls on my freshly bald head when I bumped up against them while finishing the painting job. When I got home in the morning my mom said my eyes looked beautiful…she later confessed that she was searching for something positive to say and finally landed on the eye thing. Haha. I loved all the new sensations I felt. Rain drops were the most delightful. The breeze refreshing.
It wasn’t all positive though. It was the beginning of soccer season and heading the ball without any cushion was much more painful. Those were the days when the balls were pretty heavy. Ooff! Playing in the full sun also proved painful. My virgin skin burned badly. Ouch!
The next time I went bald was more of a economic driven decision. I was in college and couldn’t afford a haircut. My roommate offered to help out. It wasn’t long after he started that I realized there was only one way out…going full bald again. Anything less was going to look awful. One might argue that I looked awful bald but at least it looked intentional vs. just getting a bad haircut. It’s a choice. This time it was winter. Smart, right? No issue with sunburns for sure. I was in upstate New York, though, and the winter was quite severe…and my head missed the bit of insulation that it had once had. It was so cold! And it was hard to put a wool hat on because it grabbed onto the stubble and refused to pull down. I ended up wearing a baseball cap and just dealt with it.
About a year ago, I asked my wife if she would be comfortable with me going bald again. She’d never seen me bald before and wasn’t too excited about the prospect but said it was totally up to me. I ended up just getting a particularly short buzz cut and postponing the idea. Until last Friday. Last Friday, the buzzer was wooing me. Urging me on. Thirty minutes later I was full on bald. Then ecstasy in the shower with the droplets massaging my skull. I missed that feeling!
It would be a surprise for my wife. She’d been sleeping downstairs in our spare bedroom as she recovered from her surgery. I sent her a message that I gave myself a “very short haircut” and then, feeling more light headed than normal, crashed for the night.
In the morning the response was muted. She politely said it will take some getting used to. My wife took the below picture of me and Jack, who had also just got a haircut and sent it off to my kids. I got a lone “🥚” response back from my daughter…then she said Jack looked cute (which is true). My son didn’t even bother to respond. It’s ok. I didn’t do it for the looks. I did it for the fresh feeling. And it feels soooooo fresh! No regrets (yet).
Be well,
Monty
Monty’s Blahg 
Hehehe! I think you both look happy in your new looks! My husband hasn’t gone so far but his dad has. It isn’t a bad look. I prefer that to the horrible “who are you kidding” comb over!
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Ah! The awful comb over…I’ll never!
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Nice picture! At least you asked your wife. My last Husband got a job and didn’t tell me until the night before that he had to shave off his Beard. He had an awesome Beard and Moustache! Well, he shaved off All his facial hair and I was devastated!
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Thanks!! Yah, I figure it’s the caring thing to at least consider her wishes. But I’m glad she gave me the freedom to make my choice.
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The wonderful thing about hair is that it grows back. But you and Jack both look pretty good, I think. 🙂
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Haha 😂
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