Hair Burner

Today...I begin tales of ATL...lots of stories to tell about characters and situations...I begin with a real life hair stylist...that I call the "hair burner"...

What’s this thing they call versatile…let me tell you…I don’t know anything about this new modern thing these kids have going on now…I like it how I like it…on the bottom as it should be…the hair burner recites…

He’s not the typical hair burner…he’s about five ten-eleven…built like a Mac truck complete with muscle thighs…cute with relax curly hair…bronzer beat leaving the face immaculate--
the thing is…you could not tell he wears make up…a brotha has skills…and I’m in the beauty and fashion industry…watch out Tyra…maybe he needs to give Miss Jay some lessons….the walk and talk though definitely puts you in a state of quandary when you look at the external…

I likes to have it that way…now find me a man’s man…my ideal man…he’s built with muscles and ripples in all the right places standing at least six feet…kind, considerate but rough around the edges…and cute

Just recently the ideal man came along meeting all the criteria saved one…

The phine quiet—only speak---when necessary Mr. Postman came into the beauty parlor to deliver the mail as he does everyday to the beauty shack off MLK highway on the west side…when I tell you he had it going on –face, body and what seemed like frontal package…I could tell by how it hangs…low...the ladies under my scissors were leaving heavy moist stains on my chair after I did their hair when that fine Mr. Postman made his delivery and flashed that million dollar smile of perfect white teeth….just seeing those lips part…caused me to burn a few heads by mistake…lets not talk about the brother having back…top and bottom…you could tell the gods made him from the mold of Zeus…if only…if only…I prayed…one word for Mr. Postman…undetectable!

Mr. Postman was always the topic of discussion…a hot topic…you know us black folks in beauty parlors…how we talk about our men…or the lack thereof

Hair burner happen to run into phine phine Mr. Postman at the grocers…and surprisingly Mr. Postman was social and pleasant...compared to his quiet demeanor and non existent conversation at the beauty shack…they ended up doing three isles shopping before they exchanged numbers…to say that hair burner was moist was an understatement…her tities were in a bunch…three days later they were at Bonefish over at Atlantic Station for an early dinner and a movie…on a date…the brotha was hitting on his side of the field…Hair burner is from the old school…a lady is a lady in the streets but between the sheets she’s a freak…

This ideal man, his ideal man lived up to all expectations until that moment… after three months of dating…hair burner couldn’t take it no longer…a brotha has to get some so he decided to give it up…before Mr. Postman started to look elsewhere….

Hair burner did it up with candles…wine…and a not to filling dinner...as dessert was the specialty to cap off the evening....in the background the melodic and sultry sounds of Natalie Cole “Ask a Woman who knows” compact disc filled his square footage over there in Camp Creek…this was a dream come true…dessert was served a la carte in flesh…

The passion for each other was there…however the dick was the length of my pinky finger…and couldn’t hit my spots…what a waste of a good man…my ideal man…

It went on for about six months…the sex wasn’t good…so he had to go…and eventually broke it off…

Hair burner found him a down low married slim brotha packing ten…who comes over twice a week as his schedule permits…pops in a porn…gives him Viagra …and let him work him self up “hard”… then he comes upstairs and handle all the spots hitting them expertly…

Now that’s something to be moist about…

QUOTE OF THE DAY
"It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more." - J. K. Rowling