I’ve had the same hair stylist for years. She has seen me through Big Hair, Mall Bangs, perms, long hair-to-short hair, and an ungodly amount of lip waxing.
She is my hair Miracle Worker and helps me manage that weird little duck-butt-pouff that I sport on the left side of my head.
I have no complaints. She is wonderful. We have had a long a cozy relationship.
But once in awhile… My commitment weakens. My eye wanders.
I see other women with fab hair, and I wistfully long for cool streaks, textures, “spikey” cuts.
I see smoking-hot highlights, and I can’t help myself but to ask “who does your hair?”
The temptation is there, and I wonder what it would like to..ya know… experiment with someone NEW.
Is the grass greener in the other stylist chair?
So one day…I just DID IT.
I made up excuses in my head that it was “more convenient” and I was “at the wrong place at the right time.”
I took the plunge and let someone else cut my hair.
I “stepped out” on my stylist.
And you know, it wasn’t that great. It wasn’t magical, life-changing, or even worth the effort of getting hair on my collar.
And BOY, do I feel like a lying, cheating, deceptive HO now.
Do you think she’ll take me back?
My lip is getting pretty furry.