High and Tight

So last night Peter came up with this brilliant plan for me to cut his hair. At first I was a little nervous because the only other time I cut a guy's hair, I managed to completely sheer off a beloved sideburn. 

I quickly became artistically inspired and managed to create a masterpiece that his mom actually approved of. There was a little touching up to do, but overall I felt pretty good about my work. 

Fast forward to 9pm, after watching the season finale of The Bachelor (which Peter is completely obsessed with now), when he forced me to fix the back of his hair. I reluctantly agreed, knowing I couldn't get lucky twice. 

Turns out, I was right. 

I cut it a little TOO short (read, WAY TOO short), and this is what resulted. 

The best damn military haircut this country has ever seen. It's Hungary, so expectations are low. It's a good thing I've dated so many military guys. 

All this stress in order to save $10.