The Man and the adventures of back hair

The Man considered himself an artist, although he received no reconignition. His girlfriend paid the rent. He worked odd jobs to yardwork to washing dishes.When a firend or aquaintance asked about his art.
The Man said,"I explore all mediums."
This sounded great but all mediums weren't explored. Truthfully his art was welding, camping, and drinking beer with good conversation. When he had some pocket money he went to the record store which was a block away from his apartment he shared with his girlfriend.
It was a three bedroom apartment which was expensive. The man and his girlfreind shared a bedroom, but the other two rooms were there's individually. HIs girlfreind called his room the Man cave.
The man cave contained stereo equipment with a closet full of records, and scuptured that he welded.
You are probably wondering why was the Man's girlfreind with him in the first place. The fact was the man's girlfriend always knew where he was at. Even though he couldn't afford a cell phone, the man was either in his man cave, at the record store, or at the community college on borrowed time to weld his scultures. The man was simple with no strings attached. It gave the Man's girlfriends comfort in knowing none of her so called firends thought he was attractive. It gave him comfort in knowing no woman would give him the time of day, and yet she respected him as a kind of cert of artist.
The man didn't give her jewelry like rings her or earrings. The gifts he usually gave were usually scuptures, poetry, or a simple thank you fo being what she was. In the man's words, "She is a rad girlfirend."
They both felt they had it all. However, the man had some (very few) physical qualities that repose his girlfreind. She didn't mind his love handles or slight beer gut. One thing that they constantly argued about was his back hair.
She would intiate it by saying,"YOu know the salon can wax that hair right off."
This was while they were embracing. The Man had his shirt off and the girlfreind's hands were stroking the curly hair on his back.
"If you pay to get it waxed, I will grow a beard."
"A beard! YOu don't shave for five days and you say it is itchy." The girlfreind stammered.
"That is just my neck. I can shave my neck and grow my beard out like ZZ Top."
"Will you do it for me?" The girlfreind asked.
"You can curl it, dye it, or brush it but you are not waxing my back." The man anwsered again.
"It is already curled." The girlfriend yelled.
"So dye it red," the Man laughed," you are already brushing it."
They stopped embracing one another but their arms and hands were still touching their sides.
"Do it for me." The girlfriend said.
"I am not one of those guys you use to date. You already got me going to that salon. It would be more economical to just shave my head."
"Thanks for going to the salon. Tell you what if you wax your back, you can dye your hair at the salon, whatever color you want."
"What about the beard?" The man asked.
"NO beard. You can have red hair and a bald back." The girlfreind answered.
"How about a straight razor?" The man asked.
"Wax." The girlfrirend answered.
"I want purple hair and a mustache that is orange."
"Why don't you go back to school and become a lawyer. You are good at arguing."
The girlfreind kissed him on the cheek. The man weakened.
"Purple hair, no mustache, and a bald back." The man concluded.
The girlfreind stopped kissing him, excited.
"Really! Come on the salon isn't busy today. They are taking walkins. I will make it worth your wild!"
"Beer?" The man asked.