|I will trim that shit like a pro|
I've had haircuts my whole life so when I started cutting my guy's hair, I just mimicked what I remember my hairdresser doing. Knitting my eyebrows in deep concentration, I'll measure out his hair between my fingers and gingerly snip away, hoping for the best. I'll comb it a few different ways and mess it up a bit with my fingers. So when his cut turns out halfway decent, I'll act like I knew what I was doing the whole time even though I totally didn't.
Sure, he'll be a worrywort about it and examine the cut from all angles in the mirror when I'm done. But, if I do a good job, he'll be downright impressed, nodding in approval. Maybe he'll even let me cut it again!
He trusted me with cutting his hair: if that's not love then I don't know what is.