This afternoon I went to my hairdresser, a charming man with a lovely French accent.
Another hairdresser, a lady in her forties, came up to me, she touched my hair and she said: “You have such lovely curls. It’s not only the curls – it’s also the color. And you don’t need the color; you don’t need the curls. You are a guy.”
I may suffer from vanity, but this remark augmented my happiness.