Coworker 1: “Wow, Kameron I like your new haircut! It’s really… edgy.”
Me: “Edgy?” If someone would have said this in any other place in the world but Dayton, OH I’d think it was a compliment.
Coworker 2: “No, it’s really great! It fits you really well. I mean, you’re not normal. I mean, a usual sort of person, so it really fits you. It’s very hip and edgy!”
Me: ….?
Edgy. My haircut is “edgy.”
General consensus is that the haircut is, indeed, a good one, but it does make me look a lot more like a young, hip professional. It’s short and highlighted, and add that to the naturally curly crazy effect, and I look like I should be painting huge canvases with buckets of pain downtown or walking around at art shows with glasses of wine in hand.
Ok, so, I did go walk around an art gallery last night on date #3, but that’s beside the point.
Yeah, I suppose the haircut suits me.
