Coincidence? I think not...

About a music video by Matt Alber and my day on 07/10/2012.

"End of the World"

His lips bounce behind the super 55. Eyes wild but sincere. His voice sang to me. Well obviously, he's a singer but it meant more than just recorded lyrics and songwriting skill. He sang....to...me.
So the man sits, tension release, while the gray, aged barber plops warm, shaving cream around his cheeks and chin. Soothing, compassionate, and gentle, the cream spreads, the blade glides, his mind swims. There is an ecstasy, in being caressed by the touch of another that can calm your heart and clean your soul. In the best of plutonic experiences, the barber's shave is at the top.
The story changes when another man, dressed in 50's attire, floats by making eye contact the whole time. A connection after a new-man transformation, ditching the extra hair and beard. Their eyes lock and the 50's man extends his hand. Matt stands up from the barber chair and dances with the 50's man. Typically, I would be turned off by the gay stereotype classic romance attempt twist but this was done so tastefully that the vintage romance portrayal was perfectly exhibited.
As the song is now coming to a close, the two men in suits finish their dance, still holding each other and their lips find one another and my heart melts.....

Now this type of thing is not particularly something that would have great impact on me, but earlier that day, for the first time in my life, I chose to get my haircut in a barber shop. I sit there flipping through hunting magazine, after car magazine, after another hunting magazine. I daydream while waiting for my number to be called. I think about what it would be like if a classy, professional, Mr. Right came strolling through the door and I were swept off my feet and could some day tell the story of how we met in a barber shop and slow danced to whatever was on the radio. The way Matt appeared during his shave, was how soothing and pampered I felt with my barbershop experience. It was crazy to me that my day was spent on daydreaming and barber shopping the exact events that I witnessed in this video that same night. I don't believe in coincidence. So like I said before, things happen in my life for a reason. The timing was impeccable. And big things are coming, I know it!

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