It could be love. I didn't mean for this to happen. It was just supposed to be a meaningless fling to satisfy a need. When I scheduled an appointment with this other woman, it was only meant as a one
night morning stand. My hair grew impatient - and long with split ends and considerable root growth - while my steady hairdresser bonded at home with her infant daughter. But this new woman introduced me to things I'd never experienced before like less than thirty minutes to get all of the foils into my hair including highlights and lowlights. A deep conditioning with a trip under the hairdryer that turned my hair into silk. A cut that managed to keep the length and also allow for swingy layers. And the ménage à trois coup de grâce: She and her assistant, both armed with a hair dryer, working in unison to produce the ultimate blowout in record speed. A feat I'm sure they questioned was even possible after both remarked "um, you have a lot of damn hair". And just under 2 hours later, I approached the receptionist to pay my bill; apprehensive about the total since it wasn't until that moment that I realized I'd never inquired about the rates -and I think I can get an amen from the ladies about this because that price tag could easily be upwards of $300+ and who needs that kind of shock therapy or divorce fodder?- I nearly fainted dead on the spot when the total price was in the ballpark of $50 less than that of Steady Hairdresser. There was also some sweet talk about by the way bang trims are free just pop in whenever... which caused me to suppress some carnal urges. I see an It's Not You It's Me speech in the future. When and if Steady Hairdresser returns from maternity leave there will be an awkward conversation about how I strayed in her absence. And that I liked it.
*photo by Dorothy Z.