... To my hairdresser that is! I'm sitting at my local hair salon and like clockwork, this overwhelming sense of guilt consumes me. What triggered it? My Dominican hairdresser commenting on how long my hair has gotten. I know to many that would be good news but my hairdresser knows I've been on a short hair kick for a while now and her comment is therefore a loaded one. The implication is "should we cut it?" My internal response "hell no," what I actually say: "yes, it is... not sure if I want to grow it back out."
So why would that exchange make me feel guilty? Well, it's because I have a problem. I am notoriously unfaithful to my uptown Dominican sisters. Don't get me wrong... I love them but they just don't meet all of my needs. So every now and then I get the itch for something new and I head downtown and cheat. Yes, I am a hair hussie. I can't help it. The other hairdressers offer new trends and excitement. Those flings are short and fleeting. I get what I want from them and then it's back uptown to my main because in short, she knows my hair best and frankly, getting my hair done uptown is more cost effective than getting a stylist to blow dry my hair on a regular basis.
I wish I could be honest with my main. Tell her I love what she does but when it comes to cut and color, I need my jumpoff. However, hearing the disappointment that would result from hearing that she's not enough... I just can't bare to do that to her. So, I'll just have to keep it on the down low, play coy when the topic comes up, and accept the fact that I will be an anxious ball of guilt every now and then when in her presence.
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