For me, real intimacy is when a man sees me without filters. When I come home tired after eight hours on my feet, with my fingers in paint and my thoughts in three directions... and he still wants to hug me. To stroke my hair. Or... to ask me to cut his hair. This, by the way, is also a gesture of trust.
Would you trust me with your hair if I were your girlfriend?
Making it beautiful is not a problem. But feeling what you want - that's where the magic begins.