I once dated a beautiful young lady who asked me if I minded tattoos. As she had a sleeve tattoo on her arm and I’d invited her on a date, I thought it an odd question. I said no. She said “Are you sure?” Before I could answer she stood up and took off her shirt. No bra. She turned her back to me to reveal a full life-size set of angel wings. The other diners clapped as she put her shirt back on. I may have said about not liking the taste of chicken. Anyway, there are worse/better things than a gun haircut. Just sayin’ . . .