My New Haircut

I really dislike hair. If it were up to me, I would shave all of it off. But, I would also like to adhere to certain social norms (i.e. not looking like a psychopath), so I've kept a fairly simple haircut for most of my life.
When I was a kid, I sported the classic bowl haircut. You know what I'm talking about. It literally looks as if the barber stuck a salad bowl on your head and snipped away the uneven hairs. That's what I had, and I loved it. Life was simpler.
And up until recently, I've rocked an even less hassle-free cut. It's basically a military haircut with enough strands in front so I can move them to the left or right depending on my mood. No combs, no brushes, no gel. There is no room for negotiation with my hair.
My trips to the barber have been boiled down to a science. He sees me, tells me how long I have to wait, I wait, I sit down, he asks me what number blade for the sides, I tell him "1" or "2", he cuts, I pay, I tip, I take a lolly-pop, I leave.
I feel like I'm too young to get boggled down into a routine. I need to shake things up a bit. And that's why I'm letting my hair grown out. No crazy, but just a few centimeters longer. The military cut has served it's purpose, and that purpose was strictly for my own laziness. I just never wanted to have to deal with actually combing it and parting it and making sure I looked good before hitting the road. And trust me, it was nice having to wake up and drive off even before looking in a mirror.
I'm not sure how long I will wait before getting it cut again, but I positive I won't wait until I look like Jim from "The Office". Sometimes long is too long.
And I'm pretty sure girls like longer hair. Ever see the dirt-bags with hair down to their shoulders who are walking around with beautiful women. It's got to be the hair, right?