The Haircut

It's a song one, one of my favourite songs ever. The song is at the end but you'll have guessed it by then :-)

‘Hi, I’m home.’

‘Yeah.’

‘Bloody hell! The shops were crowded.’

‘Uh hu.’

‘Didn’t see anything I liked.’

‘You dopey twat!’

‘I thought you’d be pleased. You hate me spending money.’

‘Not you love, Gerrard, he should have slipped it through to Suarez but had to shoot, the selfish wanker.’ He still hadn’t turned round to look at her.

‘Right, I’m going to have a bath.’

'Ok'

Emma slowly got undressed as the bath filled up with water and bubbles. That was it, that little conversation there was the very microcosm of their relationship. For too long she’d been willing to take the crunchy with the smooth but recently all that had changed.

She got in the warm water and smiled to herself.  To think that she’d worried the first time she’d cheated on him; worried he’d notice a change in her demeanour or a change in her smell. Wondered if she’d give off pheromones of a woman just fucked; wondered if he’d sniff out her secret. Her friends noticed, her friends saw her smile and knew immediately that she’d been satisfied, but him, nothing. She bet he could never even imagine it happening, but it did.

She lay in the bath thinking about her lovers until the water went cold around her. There was the tender Chris who’d do anything to make her happy, he was like a puppy, willing and playful, eager to please and easy to control. She liked Chris, she thought about his arms, his skin and the point where their bodies met. He’d been the first and when they’d first met he played the shy boy. Emma had liked that at the time, but despite the satisfaction there was something missing; it was too nice. So, she bedded Rich too, the office bad boy, she’d heard him boasting about shagging a married woman a few days after they’d been together. But he was discreet in his own way. He never named names. And finally there was Mr Potatohead, a silly nicknames she’d never use to his face. It was him who she’d just been with, him who made her eyes sparkle with satisfaction.

She thought about her hubby, she wondered where it all went wrong. Was it when she cut her hair that he stopped loving her?