14/06/2026
The very first time we met in person was at her 16th birthday, June 21st 1999.
Before that, we only knew each other from phone calls and messages on the internet. Then we finally met in real life... and the first thing we ever did together? She cut my hair.
Thirty minutes, up in her bathroom, her best friend watching, a pair of household scissors, and me just letting it happen. The hair she’d decided was far too long.
To be honest, I was 18 and didn’t care much about my hair. And to be honest, that hasn’t really changed in 27 years.
Standing there, we had no idea where any of this was going. We didn’t know if we’d even last the year, let alone still be a couple 27 years later.
After that I quietly snuck off to a real barber, and for 27 years she never got her hands on it again. Until a few weeks ago. 😄 These days it’s an easy job. A lot less hair, the same length everywhere. 1.4mm.
Funny thing is, that silly half hour is still our very first memory of being an ‚us‘. And it was never about the hair. It was the closeness, two people completely at ease with each other before we even knew what we were.
That’s the part that quietly disappears when life gets busy: the small, ordinary moments where you feel like a team.
Tomorrow morning, we open something for couples who want those moments back. Keep an eye on your inbox at 9. 🤍
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- Niels