I had just finished up with an elderly customer when a much younger man came into my barber shop.

I glanced at him and then looked again, longer this time. He was about 20, maybe 25 at the outside, with a gorgeous head of thick, dark hair that fell to his collar.

“Need a cut,” he said, glancing around the interior of the shop before his eyes — a lovely shade of blue — settled on me. He rubbed his three-day-old beard and looked me over, which was just fine because I was checking him out, too. Tall, fit, and very good-looking, he moved with confidence — not in a conceited way but with self-assurance, which made him doubly sexy. This was no typical customer, and I wasn’t about to complain. In fact, I was starting to feel pretty tingly inside because there was attraction in his... Read More