So I got my haircut last Saturday. I've been needing one pretty bad, and Saturday I had some time so I called around to a few places and booked an appointment for whatever salon had the next available opening.
Turned out a salon just down the street was the winner! They had an opening a mere 20 minutes after I called.
I hadn't decided what I wanted to do with my hair, I just knew that something had to be done. I've been having a lot of anxiety with the lack of change in my life, so a big part of me just wanted to chop it all off.
Jane had other ideas.
I walked in to a petite Asian woman ready to cut my hair. But wait! The first thing she said to me was that she was hard of hearing (she seemed pretty deaf) and could only hear me if she was directly looking at my face. Perfect! I thought this meant I wouldn't have to endure awkward salon conversation where I pretend to reveal personal information about myself but really just make most of it up because I don't open up to strangers-they open up to me. Alas, this did not deter her from talking...for pretty much the whole time.
Then Jane asked me what I wanted done with my hair. I told her I wasn't sure and thought we could have a conversation about a couple possibilities. You know, with usual questions like "how much time do you spend on it every morning?" or mention of my face shape. No, she went right for the jugular. "Are you married, single, dating?" ..."um, single"..."OHH then we must keep it long. Long layers. Men like layers!"
Silly Jane, if only it were that simple.
The rest of the time I was sitting in that chair, Jane was talking to me about eharmony.com and all the men she met on there. The one guy she has gone out with her a couple times really, really seems to like her, but she doesn't want to commit to him. She wants to see what else is out there! Her first marriage only ended two years ago, after all. She deserves some freedom.
In the end, she did cut my hair into long layers and then teased it into oblivion. So that's good. Also, I can write her entire biography.