my ten boyfriends

My seventh boyfriend is called Vanity.

The barber shop I used to go to was recently demolished and moved to another place, which is far away from where I live, so I can only get a new one.Don't think that a man's haircut is just a push with a clipper. There are many ways to do it. Even if I go for a haircut, I just do things like cut it short, and I dare not hand over my head to a stranger. division.

After asking my colleagues and friends, I picked out the nearest barber shop and decided to try it out.I came here with apprehension. Seeing that there were all young men inside, I felt a little thumping in my heart, but they all came, so I had no choice but to come in.

They asked me which hairdresser to look for, I said the name of a hairdresser recommended by a friend, and the lady at the front desk said that unfortunately, she was on leave, so I asked her to arrange one for me.

The shop was quite busy, and a boy with "assistant hairstylist" on his chest came over and took me to wash my hair.My friend told me that the one marked as "assistant" is actually an intern, but I can't take the initiative to ask for another one. What if it hurts the boy's self-confidence?

Well, I don't rule out that it's because of the intern's appearance.

He is very handsome, he is a Japanese-Korean handsome guy, his hair is curled and undyed, he wears a white shirt with rolled sleeves, jeans and sneakers, he is refreshing and looks a little student-like.He rubbed my hair, asked me if the hot water was hot, and then asked me what shampoo I used.

I said the normal one is fine.There is no point in using expensive shampoo in the hair salon, but he saw me lying on the shampoo chair, and suddenly said, "I'll get you what I use myself, you wait."

Then, he ran upstairs with a thud, and I had to wait for him to come down.When he came down, he took his shampoo and washed it for me, rubbed his scalp carefully, and started talking to me again.

I don't like talking to people while I'm washing my hair.Lying on his back with his head half in the air, it was already difficult to speak, and the distance was so close to him, it seemed that the words could reach his face, so he only responded without a word.He didn't realize it either, and continued to talk to me.

Barbers are easy to chatter. It takes half an hour to do a haircut for a few hours. It is boring to be silent all the time, but I am not the talkative type. I prefer to close my eyes and rest during this time. After a while, I was too embarrassed to ask him to shut up directly - or else, good-looking people always have an advantage.

However, generally speaking, hairdressers are all men, and the people they are willing to chat with are mostly young and beautiful girls. They will talk about this and that familiarly, and it is also to pass the time and to take the opportunity to sell products.But this time, when I sat on the chair and started to cut my hair, he still talked to me, asking me why I hadn’t seen it before, it’s the first time, where did I cut it before, what kind of work, etc. Yes, I couldn't help thinking, is he interested in me?

Otherwise, is it interesting to chat between two men?

After the previous emotional failure, my mentality has changed again.I don't care about feelings anymore, but a purely physical relationship that doesn't make me sad is more to my liking.When there is a need, I will go to gay, and ask someone I like to come to 419 once, and I don't care about his heart or his feelings.

I think I'm getting old, and I've become the person I used to hate, but now I don't care.So when the barber in front of me hooked up with me, I let it go.

He asked for my WeChat ID and said it would be convenient for me to make an appointment next time.When I'm not going to the barber.He sometimes pokes me and asks when I'm coming next time, just to check the time.

My hair grows at a normal speed, and I can bear it if it grows a little bit. I don't go to this barber shop frequently.Every time I go, I tell him in advance, and he will cut my hair.His skills can only be said to be of the average level, no merits and no faults, which is enough for me, and there is a handsome guy to chat with when cutting hair, so I have never changed hairstylists.

I can feel that he sometimes seems very impatient, too impatient, and his attitude towards me seems too enthusiastic.I know this well, before there is an urgent need, I just let him flirt, who knows if he has flirted with others?

When I went to get a haircut again, there were relatively few people in the shop, so he asked me to sit on a chair in the corner and chatted to me.He is good at massaging his scalp, but every haircut takes a long time.At this time, there were firecrackers outside, probably from a newly opened store, but he put his finger in my ear and blocked it for me.

He blocked it so tightly that it hurt me. I took out his hand and saw that no one was paying attention to it, so I held it in the palm of my hand and rubbed it lightly.

The firecrackers stopped, and he continued to cut my hair as if nothing had happened. This time he dawdled for a long time, just in time for dinner.I took advantage of the opportunity to ask him out for dinner, and he readily agreed.

Of course, what happened next was nothing new. We went to the hotel and had sex, and then a few more times.

I don't care what he thinks, how he thinks of me, and I don't want this either.He is young, clean, and immature, saving me the time to pick and choose every time.I don't know him too, but he sometimes talks about himself, saying that he came out without graduating from high school, his mother died, his stepmother didn't like him, and there was a younger brother in his family. People have looked for him.

He also asked me, but I always talked about it perfunctorily.Even so, he is not angry.

What is he trying to do to me?I wait for him to open his mouth.

He opened his mouth quickly.

He wants to change to a new mobile phone, yes, it is the one that is so famous that many people seem to be addicted to drugs and have to buy a new product.

I bought it for him.This money is nothing to me now.I have worked for so many years, and I have not given up all the salary I got.I bought several funds, and made some investments in collectibles that are easy to buy and sell, such as commemorative coins and stamps, and now I have a lot of money in my hand, and the newly bought house is paying off the balance every month.

By the way, my new boyfriend, his name is Vanity.

He regarded me as a good target, maybe because I went there for the first time and wore a watch worth hundreds of thousands.What's interesting is that I bought this watch only a few days ago, and I gave it away just because I wanted to add it to a collection.

After being together for a long time, Vanity began to ask me for things endlessly.If it is less, I will give it directly, if it is more, I will not spoil him.I'm not a domineering president, and I don't have my own company, so I'm just raising one more person in front of me.When he doesn't give it, he will be awkward for a while, but he dare not argue with me to the end, because he is afraid that I will get tired of him, and he will get nothing in the end.

Anyway, as a person, if you only look at his face and sex, you don't need to care what kind of person he is.

In the spring, when I finally paid off the loan on my house, he got the news from nowhere, saying that he wanted to stop being a barber, quit his job and stayed at home, and asked me to support him—yes, he said that I His house is his home.Before that, I only occasionally brought him to stay overnight.

But I don't want other people to come and live with me anymore, and I have to leave sooner or later, and it won't last long, so why bother, I'm not renting a house.

I turned him down.He got angry this time, with red eyes, and asked me:

"You don't care about me at all?"

I just smiled at him, hard to hide my sarcasm.

Since the heart is not sincere in the first place, why waste my time?I don't have the courage to try, and I don't have the time to waste.

Vanity slammed the door hard and left.

I waited for him to take the initiative to contact me, but this time he didn't.In a few days, I went to the barber shop, and the clerk said he had stopped doing it.

I contacted him and asked him to take his stuff, but he said he didn't need it.

He said he found someone new, someone who treated him better and was more willing to give.I wanted to go back to him, how long it could last like this, but I still didn't go back.

Why is it so ugly.I packed his stuff and threw it in the trash.

The author has something to say: Thank you Christian2 for mine, okay?

This chapter opened with other keywords, and then it was changed as it was written.During the fatigue period, I feel that the writing is particularly poor.I'm going to change it to "My Seven Boyfriends" now, and then I'll finish the tag, is there still time?

Just kidding.Let’s write the next chapter if I have inspiration, I have to maintain my fake products.