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This is for GenXHaircutFan.

I have had a flattop thrice in my life. This is the story of my first.

This was 20 years ago. I was a freshman in college, 18 years old and for the first time experiencing independence from the pressures of my parents and exploring my sexuality and hair fetish. I always loved flattops - the short sides, angular nature and most of all the beautiful landing strip. I was bewitched whenever I saw one in the wild (which was rare in the early 2000s) and couldn't help but stare. I had always wanted one but was too scared about what my friends and family would think. Around this time I discovered BSV and it motivated me to get one. I had finally got my own bank account and debit card so I bought videos and watched them religiously. I didn't have a lot of money so I would carefully choose which ones to buy. My favorite was BSV4Cut6 where a handsome mustached man gets his long hair taken down into a stunning flattop. I watched it so many times that it inspired me to finally get one.

I attended a liberal arts college in a small New England town. I had a work-study job so I chose to work on campus over winter break. I hadn't gotten a haircut since the beginning of the semester so my thick black hair was getting quite long. It was the longest it had ever been with my bangs extending over my eyes when combed down.

Being a small town there were few barbershops. One of them was a traditional barbershop run by a man called Arthur. It was the kind of place that specialized in no nonsense sort of haircuts and when I biked by I would always slow down and look through the window, imagining myself in the chair. Since it was break, there were few people on campus and I felt less concious of myself so I took the plunge.

On a Saturday morning I biked over and walked into the shop. I was so nervous. There were two barbers, Arthur and his son, both were occupied. I said hello and patiently waited. Arthur's chair freed up first and he ushered me over. I sat down and he tightened the cape around my neck. "What will it be?" he asked. I almost backed out but I mustered all my courage and said, "I would like a flattop". "A flattop?" he asked in return and I said, "yes". He said "ok" and started cutting. My hair started falling. He started with a #2 on the sides. Then he combed my hair back and took down the top. He said very little the whole time as he squared me up. It was probably for the best as I was in utter shock as my first flattop came to life.

20 minutes later he was done. This wasn't the shortest flattop - no skin on the side or visible landing strip - but it was the shortest my hair had ever been and I loved it. I thanked and paid Arthur and left - my legs quivering from excitement that I couldn't bike home and had to walk. I spent the rest of the day admiring and rubbing it. It would be almost a decade until I would get my next flattop and I remember this moment fondly when I look back at pictures.

I would have never done it without that BSV video and would love to see it shared on this board. I hope this story encourages all of you to share yours. If you like it I will recount my second and third flattops as well.