New year, new hair: I “broke” with my hairdresser and now I see other people
And so the years passed. He gave me blunt bobs, curly locks, straight center hair with bangs. I introduced him to many of my good friends telling them emphatically, “He’s the best.”
He did my wedding hair. He even cut my daughter’s hair. One thing I loved was his positive attitude (I just have to tell him what I want and he will try to make it happen), how he made me feel like I was his most important customer (“I don’t. give that discount to someone else, you know! â) and the space he worked in, a spacious living room with lots of natural light in the center of town.
But one day he changed. Salon, that is. He moved to work in another salon, and of course I followed. But the location was not as ideal for me, and it was in the middle of a building with no natural light.
Our meetings have become more sporadic. As his skills improved he became more and more popular and it was more difficult to get dates with him. During this time, I started a job as a beauty editor, and trying out new hair salons and treatments was part of my portfolio. I went to see him, shyly sporting hair that obviously wasn’t his job, explaining that I had tried a new color with another stylist on the job. To his credit, he’s always been kind about it.
I saw it less and less, and eventually it faded from my schedule like month-long strands in my hair. But we always say hello on social media and there are no bad feelings. One of my best friends still goes to him, to this day.