OMG, I broke up with someone today.
My hairdresser.
It's actually been a long time coming. I have not been happy with my color for some time now. (You know. Because a lot of Italians are "naturally" blond.)
But yet, I probably stuck with my hairdresser for the same reasons I've stuck with ex-boyfriends for too long:
- I'm loyal to a fault. (But don't ever eff me over. Ever. I'll never forgive you.) I've been going to my hairdresser since I was in high school (minus a few years in college). She's seen me through all of my major relationships (and break-ups!), and I've seen her through hers. She even saved me from myself that one summer that I decided to use Sun-In. We go waaaaaaaay back.
- I'm always hopeful that bad habits will somehow go away. Picking a drunk nite with his friends over a date nite with me? Oh, he's just getting it out of his system and will be ready to settle down soon. Being oddly reserved with his emotions? Oh, it's just because he got hurt in his last relationship and needs time to build up trust with me. Having to part my hair in juuuuuust the right spot to avoid showing that weird white chunk of hair? Oh, it'll just be this way for the next 6-8 weeks and will probably be better next time.
- It generally takes a hell of a lot to make me end a relationship. Like not committing to me after six-plus years of dating. Or playing with my emotions because you're selfishly dealing with your own issues. Or leaving me with roots just two weeks after I saw you.
All kidding aside, this was not an easy break-up. (And who's to say we might not get back together again some day?)
But I also think (and hope!) she saw it coming and that it wasn't out of the blue. Because, as both my exes and my hairdresser alike know, it's not a huge secret when I'm not happy.
So, I guess it's over. A 15+ year relationship down the (hair-clogged) drain.
But, unlike my real dating life, I already have a rebound in the wings. Our first "date" is May 21. "Hair's" hoping for a better match this time around so I don't have to become a hairdresser whore.
(Don't worry, blogmom and blogdad. I'm not a whore in real life.)
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I had the same problem when I moved South...my barber was and now is again a good friend from High School then i left the state, moved a neighborhood more yuppie than any Ohio can offer and a *stylist* (not barber). So then we'd hang out a bit when i was home for a holiday or a weekend over the summer and i kept wondering if he was jealous or like looking at my hair to see how it compared and how my new styilist could reccomend fancy products he didn't know about and how I'm not the kind of country-music fan type person who will always have a soft spot for the quant-ness of home...
then I landed back here one day and went in there a few weeks later and he's never mentioned it or made snarky comments like "Oh you started shaving your sideburns fresh every haircut when you went to that new stylist i guess>'
So we're cool. end of story.
Haha! When I lived in Cleveland, I had this guy who cut my hair that I loved and he got fired.
Finally found someone here that I LOVE and who does my hair JUST PERFECT and bam, she is preggo.
So unlike you who gets to do the dumping, I apparently get dumped by my hair people!
Good luck on May 21st!
i've decided that you are the QUEEN of puns, QUEEN.
like you could find a pun for anything.
MG - but you moved away from your person. I just broke up with mine.
Smash - I am sooooo hoping that I will one day be able to say that someone gets my hair "just perfect"... I'm really not THAT hard to please, I swear!
Alexa - Wow! Queen? In all caps, no less? Now I feel a lot of pressure to make a really pun-ny comment. And that was CLEARLY not one. Damnit.
I have just 4 words for you: Annie at Dante Lucci.
You won't be sorry.
hey there- i just stumbled across your blog and wanted to not, you know, be a complete creeper.
i read through a couple entries and lost it when i got to your findlay post. i went to college in that general area and your description couldn't be more accurate. i dont think there was one full set of teeth amongst the 'townies' of the village (yes, an official village).
best of luck with your colorist! i feel your pain, see here:
http://heisschichelp.blogspot.com/2009/04/orange-you-happy.html
this is true. what's funny is how with a break up you can at least stay single a good while and prove it wasn't them, it was you, but she'll know you're getting yor hair cut elsewhere ifyou run into her...what did you say in the break-up?
Colleen - thanks for the tip! (TWSS)
Heisschic - welcome! Always fun to meet (or, e-meet) a new reader!
MG - I told her the truth, and she was totally fine with it. Thought it was much better than just cancelling future appointments and dropping off the face of the earth.
I had to break up with a family member stylist who used to cut my hair for FREE. My solution: just don't get my hair cut anywhere for 8 months and then go to a new stylist at a salon. But, I'm too lazy for color, so my hair just got really long and really Tina Turnerish. Words were never exchanged because I didn't want to hurt his feelings and I actually did want my hair to grow (that was the problem!). We're still close.
AAB,
God gave you brown hair for a reason... Brown hair, blue eyes....the true American beauty. Maybe your former hairdresser was giving you a message from God. Maybe Mr Right is looking for a beautiful, talented, gifted outgoing blue-eyed, brown haired girl!
I am just saying,
Love,
Blogdad
Blogdad - blonds have more fun!
Love -
Your color-correcting daughter
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