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Vin Petrol
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So after finally trawling through online adverts, testimonials, looking in the mirror at my lack of head fluff, reading horror stories or lack of professional discipline, looking back in the mirror to discover my hair still wasn't growing back on its own merits, more emails, consultations and opinions from experienced HT patients...I made up my mind.
After looking at all the facts placed before me, as well as the excellent customer service from Janna and Matt, I got myself booked in with SMG for Tuesday 11th November, 2008.
I was naturally apprehensive about it but now there was no turning back. Typically i knew that as long as i booked myself in with SMG and bought the flights to MPLS then i knew I wouldn't turn back on it. Not me. No way. Not today Jose.
So having said that.....I then backed out. Doh!
However, as i explained to matt and janna at the time I guess i just felt like i should give myself a chance on meds before committing myself to a full on hair transplant. They were so unbelievably understanding about my views. Not once did they make me try to come back round to the idea and persuade me to part with my hard earned fun tokens. Quite the opposite if anything (hmmm....could they be secret shareholders in Rogaine or Propecia??) and i thank them for their empathy.
But this isn't a story about how i grew more hair than Bigfoot or an embarrassing story about the side effects of meds taking the lead out of my pencil. I mean, afterall, i still had that flight booked to minneapolis so i decided to go ahead and take my 11 day break regardless - which happened to be on the way to spending a year in Australia for a career break.
There i was in a city (or two?) not knowing anyone or what to do. So i did what any other brit abroad does - find a nice cosy pub, have a pint of beer and engage in some banter with a local about the difference between Scottish and Irish accents. Great, first wander down Nicollet Mall and i come across the Brit Bar - custom made for a man like myself. Hurrah! Old Speckled Hen (its a fruity/malt ale for those who aren't familiar with the British wildlife) on tap and a roaring fire. Double points indeed. However, after discovering more about the charming city itself i found myself back in the same bar on my second night where i happen to meet in with a gorgeous blonde and her friend.
To cut a long story short... I just spoke to her on the phone 30 minutes ago.
If that was too short then try this version instead...
After exchanging phone numbers i met her the next day, we laughed, we talked, we flirted, i stayed over, spent all day together, met her friends, stayed over again, went out to a few concerts, met her family for a sunday meal, a couple of uncles at the Timberwolves game, her giggly 2 year old niece and even a laptop-tapping grandpa too. Despite only spending a very concentrated week in each others company we decided to keep things going and with the miracle of windows messenger, texts, skype webcam and 4 or 5 daily phone calls we are still going strong. We're now just short of 4 months together and already building plans together for meeting in summer in Scotland to meet my family and friends this time around. Once mum & dad approve of her midwest charms we're looking to try and get me a visa sorted out for the States to begin another chapter.
So why tell you all about this, you might be asking?
Well, its funny when i look at how i got to this point in my life. This all started off because of the concern i had in my appearance and my hair loss. It was the typical case of getting wound up by friends and family in a 'jokey' nature but we all know that it cuts deeper than they realise. I naturally felt low because of this difference to the point that i wasn't secure in my previous relationship despite her support when i was in the doldrums. The truth is my new girlfriend thinks i was just in MPLS on a random visit to the midwest and not there due to a cancelled HT procedure at SMG. I now don't feel the same burning desire to correct my appearance as i did before. It seems to be a secondary concern for the time being. Afterall, i somehow managed to make the most amazing girl in the world fall for this face, this personality AND its wee hairless head too. I guess looks really aren't always as important as everyone says. Just remember fellas that we've all got so much more to offer beneath the surface... or the shine of a smooth scalp.
Happy researching regardless!
p.s if anyone knows of anyone hiring friendly professional Scotsmen in MPLS then let me know and i'll send them my resume! ; )
After looking at all the facts placed before me, as well as the excellent customer service from Janna and Matt, I got myself booked in with SMG for Tuesday 11th November, 2008.
I was naturally apprehensive about it but now there was no turning back. Typically i knew that as long as i booked myself in with SMG and bought the flights to MPLS then i knew I wouldn't turn back on it. Not me. No way. Not today Jose.
So having said that.....I then backed out. Doh!
However, as i explained to matt and janna at the time I guess i just felt like i should give myself a chance on meds before committing myself to a full on hair transplant. They were so unbelievably understanding about my views. Not once did they make me try to come back round to the idea and persuade me to part with my hard earned fun tokens. Quite the opposite if anything (hmmm....could they be secret shareholders in Rogaine or Propecia??) and i thank them for their empathy.
But this isn't a story about how i grew more hair than Bigfoot or an embarrassing story about the side effects of meds taking the lead out of my pencil. I mean, afterall, i still had that flight booked to minneapolis so i decided to go ahead and take my 11 day break regardless - which happened to be on the way to spending a year in Australia for a career break.
There i was in a city (or two?) not knowing anyone or what to do. So i did what any other brit abroad does - find a nice cosy pub, have a pint of beer and engage in some banter with a local about the difference between Scottish and Irish accents. Great, first wander down Nicollet Mall and i come across the Brit Bar - custom made for a man like myself. Hurrah! Old Speckled Hen (its a fruity/malt ale for those who aren't familiar with the British wildlife) on tap and a roaring fire. Double points indeed. However, after discovering more about the charming city itself i found myself back in the same bar on my second night where i happen to meet in with a gorgeous blonde and her friend.
To cut a long story short... I just spoke to her on the phone 30 minutes ago.
If that was too short then try this version instead...
After exchanging phone numbers i met her the next day, we laughed, we talked, we flirted, i stayed over, spent all day together, met her friends, stayed over again, went out to a few concerts, met her family for a sunday meal, a couple of uncles at the Timberwolves game, her giggly 2 year old niece and even a laptop-tapping grandpa too. Despite only spending a very concentrated week in each others company we decided to keep things going and with the miracle of windows messenger, texts, skype webcam and 4 or 5 daily phone calls we are still going strong. We're now just short of 4 months together and already building plans together for meeting in summer in Scotland to meet my family and friends this time around. Once mum & dad approve of her midwest charms we're looking to try and get me a visa sorted out for the States to begin another chapter.
So why tell you all about this, you might be asking?
Well, its funny when i look at how i got to this point in my life. This all started off because of the concern i had in my appearance and my hair loss. It was the typical case of getting wound up by friends and family in a 'jokey' nature but we all know that it cuts deeper than they realise. I naturally felt low because of this difference to the point that i wasn't secure in my previous relationship despite her support when i was in the doldrums. The truth is my new girlfriend thinks i was just in MPLS on a random visit to the midwest and not there due to a cancelled HT procedure at SMG. I now don't feel the same burning desire to correct my appearance as i did before. It seems to be a secondary concern for the time being. Afterall, i somehow managed to make the most amazing girl in the world fall for this face, this personality AND its wee hairless head too. I guess looks really aren't always as important as everyone says. Just remember fellas that we've all got so much more to offer beneath the surface... or the shine of a smooth scalp.
Happy researching regardless!
p.s if anyone knows of anyone hiring friendly professional Scotsmen in MPLS then let me know and i'll send them my resume! ; )