I went to a training salon for a free haircut.  A pretty young lady ended up cutting my hair.  I wanted her to find me attractive.  However, my hair was especially out of sorts.  It was embarrassing how bad it looked.

It set up an interesting situation.  The better she cut my hair, the better chance I had at looking good.  I didn’t want her to see me as I was.  I wanted her to envision what I could be and I needed her to help me get there.