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There are lots of advantages to being in a committed relationship with someone you trust. They know what you want and how you like it. They know when it is time to change things up a bit. You feel comfortable and satisfied.
But what happens when you have to go away for a while? Who will take care of your needs? This is exactly what I was contemplating as I made plans to head overseas to Berlin for 4 months.
"What are you going to do about your hair?", Kate asked after I nervously told her about my plans.
"I don't know," I said. "I guess I'll have to find someone there to do it for me."
I got the shivers and broke into a cold sweat. What was I going to do about my hair? My hair needs maintenance at least every 6 weeks and we were going to be away for four months. Not a short drive away. I mean a whole ocean away. There was no getting around it. I was going to have to cheat on Kate and I didn't like it one bit.
Every time I've had to look for a new stylist, it has been like being newly single. You go through a rash of horrible, horrible, horrible first dates before you finally meet someone that you like. The problem with my hair in its current state is that I have to trust someone enough to go "all the way" on that first date. That isn't something I take lightly or do easily.
I walked the streets of Berlin. I peered in windows. I scoured Internet reviews. Finally, I decided on a place that looked nice, that was close by, and that had great reviews online. I took the plunge and booked an appointment.
When I showed up for scheduled time, I sat nervously waiting for my turn. I watched the stylist working with the client whose hair he was finishing up. I tried to watch his technique to determine if he knew what he was doing or not. I felt unsure. He certainly didn't cut hair like Kate.
Then it was my turn. He smiled and said hello. He asked what I wanted done. Then things got intimate. These are the grey roots I want to cover. These are the highlights that are just on top. This, underneath, is close to my natural hair colour and is the base colour that I use. Oh...and I'd like some pink highlights. I figured if I was going to cheat on Kate, I might as well take a big plunge and do something different. I watched nervously as he matched my colour and confirmed with me. I nervously read a magazine while the colour did its thing, hoping that it really would be the right colour and imagining some horrific nightmarish skunk-like look. I tried not to flinch as he used cutting techniques vastly different from anything I'd experienced before. The cord on his blow dryer wasn't long enough, so as he was styling my hair, my chair was turned around and I was looking out the window as he worked, rather than in the mirror. I was in the dark and unsure of how things were turning out. I didn't know whether smile nervously or stare blankly as he styled my hair.
Then he was done. He turned my chair back around to the mirror so that I could see. It turned out great. What a relief. With a big smile on my face and a nice tip in his hand, I headed off and promised to continue our affair in six weeks time.
I like him. I really like him.
But what will Kate think?
Annie @ PhD in Parenting
