Hair bear bunch

I had my hair cut today - about two thirds of it is gone, meaning it is no longer down to my arse, but just below my shoulders. I was a bit terrified, but the girl who cut it was, as I always find with hairdressers, really nice. She pandered to the fact that I kept saying I didn't know what I wanted, she didn't seem too put out that I turned up looking like an angry tomato after a rather brisk walk down from the office, and she cut my hair (as far I can tell at least) very well. I got back to the office and everyone was very nice about it, which was also a good sign, and none of them believed that the Boy Wonder wouldn't notice the change, and in fairness, I wasn't as confident as I sounded. I got home, with hair tied up (thinking I would make it a bit harder for him!) and spent a few minutes doing nothing out of the ordinary, then a few more minutes turning my head away from him so he could see the teeny tiny ponytail I had. When that didn't get a comment, I took it down and started flapping it about before going in for the kill with a request to scratch my back. As he was scratching my now hairless back, he actually made a comment about someone's hair on TV - I did give him a few seconds to make the connection, but was too impatient to wait any more, so I finally said 'I'm guessing you're not going to mention the fact that I have had nearly all my hair cut off' which apparently triggered the synapses which deal with observation, prompting him to say 'I was just thinking that your hair was different!'. I have to say, whilst I think I am delightfully low maintenance, even I was a little surprised that he didn't notice, but not at all offended, which I think is hard for other people to understand. But I am happy to live with someone who isn't observant about my looks - it means I can get away with wearing a pair of paint-covered pyjama bottoms around the house most of the time, leave my crazy hair to do what it wants, lie around unshowered with greasy hair when I'm hungover and prance around in clothes with holes in them without worrying what he thinks, which I think is well worth the somewhat-less-than-annual hair-noticing debacle!