For the longest, I’ve known my fiance, Matt, as the lovable artist, surfer, skater, fixed gear bike rider guy with the longish hair. His hair seemed to be the perfect symbol of all of his life passions to me. One look at it and the art, surf, skateboard thing became clear. Then we moved to London and he cut it all off. And suddenly he looked very retro in a bicycle polo player way. And then, he surprised me with this haircut this weekend:
Crazy, right?!?! We were on the tube after he left the barbershop and an African man walked up and gave Matt a fist bump. It turns out the man was from Kenya. And speaking of barbershops, Matt decided not to go to his fancy Shoreditch salon and went to a barbershop called “Kriss Kutz” instead. Because where else could he get the ’80s style block letters just so? Hilarious. Matt has been threatening to have my name shaved on his head ever since a vacation we took to the Amalfi Coast in Italy. While on the beach, he tagged his intentions on a rock, which he now keeps on a bookshelf in his studio. 
So in retrospect, I should have seen this coming.
Matttttt! Lol! You rule! You are the fiance of the year, and it is only the 26th day of the year! I can’t wait to meet you!!!!!!!!! t
Kenya, that rock is even crazier than the haircut!LOL.
Thats how you get down with the get down!! Chin Chin Brother!
I’m smiling and laughing and getting a little misty. we likey…
Matt has been getting the biggest kick out of these comments! He is already planning out his next haircut.
Love it! So are you gonna shave the side of you head Kenya and engrave Matt in it too, to show your appreciation.