I have this love/hate relationship with my hair. It’s short; it’s long; it’s grey; it’s blonde; it’s auburn; it has highlights; it has lowlights; it’s curly; it’s straight — you get the picture. I don’t know if it’s distressing for Devoted Spouse or if its exciting — every month I get my hair done and every month he has no clue “who” will walk back in the door.
I’ve been with Hair Dresser Extraordinaire for many years now — we met when I sold Real Estate and she was the receptionist. The brokers required the sales staff to man the desks to handle calls and walk-in clients, and the best times I had at that place were the days I was at the on-call desk with HDE. We had entirely too much fun; so much so, that I didn’t want to go out on calls — I wanted to stay there with her and make fun of all the resident real estate weenies. So, we established this relationship long long ago. When I discovered she was also a hair stylist, well that pretty much cemented that relationship.
Now she and I are both out of the real estate business. I see HDE once a month to get my tresses taken care of (okay I’m actually there more for the world’s longest and most relaxing shampoo session and head massage). I think I may be one of her favorites because I have this somewhat unusual attitude about what she does to my hair. My attitude is basically whatever HDE does it will grow out. She likes that about me. I’m usually game for whatever the latest trend is — although I didn’t enjoy the sessions with the retarded blue cap on my head while she picked out strands of my hair with some type of medieval torture instrument in order to obtain gorgeous blonde highlights. No, that wasn’t fun. We won’t be going down that road again anytime soon. But, HDE can cut to her heart’s delight as far as I’m concerned.
For the past few months we had a weird Billy Ray Cyrus kind of thing going on — but she finally cut off some of the extra layers and now I have a more normal do. Today I made a radical decision to let her razor out some bangs — dang, more layers to contend with. But, it’s just hair and it will grow.
Maybe next month I’ll let her do something a bit spikey…I wouldn’t want to look too normal you know.