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Straight Hair Talk Part II the Stunning Conclusion

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Continued from Straight Hair Talk Part I

I got out of the Hair Beast’s creepy basement salon as fast as I could and headed over to see my road and soul sister Lucy. She saw my hair and gasped. I promised her that as bad as it was, it could have been worse. Besides, I was free.
I swore to break the cycle of abuse. I wasn’t interested in getting serious again for a long time. I set out on a 1-year project where I would only get my hair cut if I could walk in and get it cut that day. I got my hair cut in town, and out of town, often not even bothering to learn the stylist’s name. Without question, the physical results were dicey. I became more interested in hats. But mentally, the equivalent of one night hair stands made me feel buoyant.
Then after about 8 months into the experiment, I was in Boise and dropped into a trendy looking salon, anticipating their snooty response when I demanded immediate attention. I saw the clients sitting under imposing hair dryers, sipping their big city wine, eye me with contempt. Then Brenda stepped forward to say she had an hour before so-and-so’s color was set and she’d loved to fit me in. Did I favor red or white wine? Would I mind a head massage? She hoped I didn’t mind the soothing scent of lavender. I loved Brenda. While she gave my misfit hair an expert cut, I plotted to come to Boise monthly for appointments. At 500 miles a round trip, it would be a sacrifice, but it would be worth it, I reasoned.
When I came to my senses, some weeks later, lavender still deep in my memory, I realized I was ready to be in a relationship again. Not with Brenda — the long distance would never work — but with someone. And this time it would be healthy.
I’m in that relationship now and that’s why I know better than to cut my own bangs just because my stylist goes on vacation after I’ve been on vacation and they are 5 inches long and I can’t see which is lucky since I look like Barry Gibb.
But it’s better than looking like Maurice Gibb — and I never ever want to go back there.

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3 thoughts on “Straight Hair Talk Part II the Stunning Conclusion

  1. Pingback: Straight Hair Talk Part I « Podunk Meets Paradise

  2. This might explain something that happened when I first met you and Lucy. I was between relationships and desperate. I asked you two where to find fulfillment and you both said, “Not in Salmon.”

    A 500 mile round trip seems a small price to pay for happiness. One of my best experiences was in Bloomington, IN. I’ll be in Indiana in November….

    I’m afraid that the stunning conclusion has left me unsatisfied. Inquiring minds want to know about your current relationship.

  3. Then Brenda stepped forward to say she had an hour before so-and-so’s color was set and she’d loved to fit me in. Did I favor red or white wine? Would I mind a head massage? She hoped I didn’t mind the soothing scent of lavender. I loved Brenda. While she gave my misfit hair an expert cut, I plotted to come to Boise monthly for appointments. At 500 miles a round trip, it would be a sacrifice, but it would be worth it, I reasoned.

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