Haircut, isn't it about time?!?

So, my friend Dan has this "lady friend" who apparently told him that she likes his hair a little longer.

Logically, Dan started growing it out.

The problem is I am pretty sure he would have grown it out like Rapunzel's if no one dared to stop him!

So, we had to have an intervention!

It was time! Actually, it was past time (sorry Dan)!

So, yesterday Dan was telling me how good his hair looks when "his mom blow dries it". YIKES! Then he asked me if I thought it was too long.

In my charming and delightful way, I told him that it was maybe getting a little too long. (Actually, I think my exact words were "let's just say if you stuck a pick in the middle of your hair and started speaking Ebonics, it would totally fit your look!") - Charming... Delightful... that's me.

Luckily, Kyle had already informed him that a haircut was a necessity.

So, ladies and gentlemen, drum roll please….. Dan will be getting a haircut on Thursday!

Here he is au natural!

But before he does, I convinced him to let me do this "don't-you-wish-your-boyfriend-was-hot-like-me" look,

and this 50s greaser look,

and this Clay Aiken do,

and these innocent school girl looks,

and this up-do,

and this mowhawk (although his hair was TOO long and TOO curly to really pull it off),

and this brother-from-a-different-mother look. (This one's for you, Kyle!)

Now, if there is anyone who does not think Dan NEEDS a good haircut, speak now or forever hold your peace!

Thanks for being such a good sport Dan! That's what I adore most about you! (Plus, I'll have you all know that as he was leaving my house last night Dan said "I actually had a lot of fun doing that!)