Losing a bet? Or winning it?

I met her at a bar. It was a Saturday night. She was wearing a tight black dress and was looking really hot in the disco lights. He her was short and that's what I really found attractive.

She was sitting at the bar with her drinks. Away from the dance floor, away from her friends. I thought this was the best opportunity to strike a conversation.

I hopped on the bar stool next to her and glanced at her. She seemed pretty gloomy. 

"Drinking away our sorrows today?" I said trying to spark a dialogue.

"I broke up with my boyfriend. So my friends dragged me to the club. Not really feeling it though."

A ravishing girl? With short hair? And single? My mind started wondering

"Mind if I buy you a drink?" She agreed. This was my cue. I signalled the bartender to repeat her drink.

"You look gorgeous in this dress" She just smiled. I was trying hard to speak but I think she was lost in her own thoughts.

She chugged her whiskey as the bartender poured her another and looked at me. She looked beautiful in the dim light. Her hair was too short to be a bob and too long to be a pixie. Her cute ears were visible and her ear rings dangled by her shoulders.

"I really like your haircut" I just said unconsciously. I really didn't mean to make it evident or say it so soon but the moment took over.

"Haha it's a funny story" she said finaly giving a faint yet genuine smile.

"Tell me about it!" I said finally seeing the conversation heading somewhere. And somewhere that I liked.

"So a couple of months back when I was still with my boyfriend..." Aah I didn't wamt her to go down that road but I was interested so I kept listening.

"...there was one time where we placed bets. The one who wouldn't complete the dare loses. After a few stupid bets like eating spicy food or shop lifting chocolates we were taking the bets to the next level. We were walking in the city centre when my boyfriend spotted a roadside babershop. Calling it a shop itself would be an over statement. It was just one chair under the shade of a tree. Mirror nailed to the tree trunk. A shelf was bolted to the wall next to it which had a few equipments. The barber was an old man - thin and short. He was sitting on the barber's chair itself reading a newspaper and smoking a cigarette and periodically flipping the ash. My boy friend say,

"I dare you too..." He took a pause and said, "Shave your head" he said pointing at the barber.

My jaw dropped. A pit formed in my stomach. He never complimented my hair like you did. But I did not know he was so insensitive that he wouldn't mind me getting it shaved. But I wasn't someone who would back down too and took up the dare.

We walked up to the barber. Seeing us approaching him the barber dusted the chair with his newspaper and invited my boyfriend to take a seat. My boyfriend said, "Shave her head." Not used to catering to female clients the barber was taken aback. When I sat down on the chair he realised we were serious so he just shrugged and pulled out a cape. He lifted my hair which was shoulder length back then and tied the cape around my neck. He sprayed my hair till they were dripping wet. He picked up a straight edge razor from the shelf and changed the blade. He sprayed some after shave on it to disinfect it. He parted my hair in middle using his fingers. I dug the razor in my hair at the top of my head and kept scraping along the partition. And few strands of hair fell on my lap. It was very embarrassing getting shaved in the open as the on lookers glanced at me with their judgemental stares. My boyfriend just stood there he didn't even seem to be moved a bit. The barber just kept shaving till I had absolutely nothing left. Before even I could absorb what happened amd the pile of hair on my lap the barber sprayed some water on my head and shaved it again. He took of the cape and my hair fell on my feet and the floor on the dust. All gone to waste. The barber applied some after shave on my head and that stung like hell."

I was absolutely lost imagining as she narrated and I only came back when there was an awkward silence after she was done with her story.

"I bet you looked great even with your hair shaved" I said.

"Do you think so?" She said feeling shy and she tucked her hair behind her ear. The hair was not long enough to be tucked and escaped.

I tucked the strand behind and said holding her face, "I really think so"

"Do you want to see me bald?" She asked leaning towards me.

"I would love to" I said leaning towards her.

After sharing a passionate kiss she said, "Why don't you invite me over for a haircut date? You'll get to see me bald only if you shave my head" 

We sealed the deal with a kiss and headed home.